Courtney? Is that you? I have pictures of this very same night.
I'm the only one here who isn't hooking up, coming out of the closet, or crying because of one of those 2 things.
So I don't have any furniture but we just skateboard drunk around the floor.
TIT CHECK! TIT CHECK! ALERT! ALERT!!!!
I didn't know there was such thing as a bad orgasm. Until him.
Oh, and no balcony sex...trust me.
I don't want to have to force feed him my vagina!!
I wouldn't fuck her. Looks like her vagina smells like a seaside orgy.
You couldn't find your shoe so you introduced yourself as Cinderella for the rest of the night.
Ahh that explains the text from creepy mike saying he would be my prince charming.
We bonded over blowjobs and stories of our childhoods. It was beautiful.
Did I get stoned on a sunday afternoon and speak to someone on the phone for an hour about cats and their behaviour? Glad you asked. And yes.
My tuesday consisted of speaking to a federal agent for two hours and watching a roving band of gypsies jump over a fire until 2:30am
What are your thoughts toward getting nasty in a minivan?
Oh I see how it is...you can snap chat the world your balls but I wear dinosaur feetie pajamas and I'm the "weird one"
I really wanted you to make me eggs this afternoon. I even wrote it on my hand to remind myself.
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