I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
i feel like an archaelogyst. im pulling apart last weeks brownies to find the weed in them
answer the phone. i thought i was eating cheese but it was butter. i ate a lot of it.
You brought out the iron board layed it on the ground in the middle of everyone and passed out for the night
i'm moving back early just in case the freshmen need a tour of the school
oh right the one that ends on your bed
He came up there while i was bartending, ate a salad, told me he wanted to divorce me, then tipped me 10 dollars....
I believe some people would call last night an orgy.
He ate me out on the balcony. My asian neighbors cats are judging me...ALL 3 OF THEM!!
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
Happiness for him is a different happiness than you can supply cuz you have life standards, morals and goals that dont include the bar or beer everynight.
I'm gonna lurk in the mother fucking bushes and watch karma take him down like a gimpy gazelle.
15 year-old stoners have those problems. we're college students dude. dont be like that...
Her family was right next to mine during christmas eve mass. Between the terrifying glares and her trying to set my sleeve on fire during the candle part I am VERY sure she knows im fucking her ex...
After tacos, we're chasing women.
the guy working the counter at the liquor store noticed i got my haircut and said it was pretty.....
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