I really wish I could go back in time to change the course of events that led to me sitting on the internet at 3 Googling 'Traumatic masturbation' while talking to you about failed dates, and running a virtual restaurant in a video game.
had to ask my 13 year old sister if she knew any dealers... she did. it's good to be home.
I hope the dean has a raincoat on because I'm prolly gonna throw up on him when I get my degree
I'm not sure, 7-8, the last bit was a rush of at least three blended together. Basically you fucked me so stupid that I can't even recall the number of orgasms.
So you know, I'm making that my facebook status.
Wake up, take the dog to the trails, puke in the woods. More days should start like this.
While running home from the bar in high heels I multi- tasked and sexted with Brent. Jesus.
Maybe you can hide out somewhere she would never go. Like a counseling center or AA
Apparently fireball doesn't mix well with my no carb diet
I burned myself with a joint twice in one sitting I have to say that's a new record for the least number of times I have hurt myself while smoking.
Accepting his friend request would be the Facebook equivalent of pity sex.
I'm telling you, this vagina is really making the rounds lately...
Should I apologize for the loud sex I had in his living room? Because I'm not going to.
Definitely not.
11:30 you texted me saying he was on his way. 11:37 you said, "Oh my God that was terrible."
that guy was staring at your tits.
nah, more like they were staring at him, and his girlfriend, and her less than adequate bosom. they pitied the fool.
point taken, oh mistress of the bosoms.
Dude, my back STILL hurts from carrying the team on BP last night.
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