so i told my doctor my symptons and she just shook her head at me
we saw you sitting at the door of the dorm trashed, wrapped in DANGER tape with a stolen balloon around your wrist
or how I got to mom's but there is vomit on my shoes. I never thought i'd be recapping with her.
i asked if you wanted help changing your sheets after you threw up in bed. you politely declined. i take no responsibility after that.
When the cops come you probably shouldn't be poking cars with a stick.
I called him daddy. To his face. Somewhat sober. What more could I do?
I'm trying to make a sex playlist
record yourself crying and put it on a loop.
You sat on my knee, like Santa, while I peed.
He said it. He actually said "yes it's in".
Soooo fucked this chick last night! While fucking she started talking into the fan on the side of my bed. Does that count as sex with a robot
Last night turned out to be an expensive trip to your house between the ticket and the plan b. (Well I haven't gotten that yet)
I may be going to Mexico. I just met a drug dealer at a strip club. Seems legit.
Go forth my friend, but don't do any of that fruitful and multiplying shit.
After he came, he took a two minute power nap and then fucked me for another 45 minutes. He is a machine!
Her pegging playlist is all heavy metal so stay away if you wanna keep your ass intact
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