Moving to Utah. Got sick of alcohol and have a severe wife shortage.
I'm thinking of having one or both of my boobs out. They're small but they're mighty.
I had to remind him that there is no "age exchange rate" between the u.s. and spain, and that 16 will always equal 16
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
Last night we looked at each other with an expression of "fuck I am so done being normal", took off our shirts, and danced around in our bras
Those titties aren't worth a lifetime of listening to her talk about gluten free yams and japanese manga.
She licked EVERYTHING then yelled at me in Spanish. I just kept saying SI.
Opened the apartment door and the smell of sex and weed literally slapped me across the face. Kudos.
we got stoned then he started showing me how to make his penis look like a hamburger...if that's not true love idk what love is
I'm on the Coaster ride of shame, currently sitting across two nice old ladies smelling like condoms.
I didn't even get crazy off of the coke so everything's fine. Also, I think I might have killed my aunt's dog..
I told him I wanted to get on him and ride him to Montana. It didnt end like i thought it would.
We smell like vodka and hangover
He just fucked me into paralysis. can't feel my hands or face.
You don't need yoga. You need a boyfriend! Trust me I've become all sorts of flexible this past year.
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