sex in a ball pit. and I thought ghandi did great things.
We were making out when she went into convulsions. At least now I know she's allergic to peanuts.
I think I just tested my sobriety limits for unicycling.
Curse you and your alcoholic milkshakes.
You're welcome.
I managed to make myself a bowl of apple jacks, took one bite and had to stop eating them because they were making my brain wiggle. How was your comedown?
If you two are having sex, stop. I have something really important to ask you about psychics.
When I see myself in tank tops and push up bras I seriously wonder why I'm not President.
I can't blame him for thinking that then, placing a cone shaped potato chip on the tip of his penis post bj is not a normal act of love
I am slightly proud of the fact his mom turns on the dryer located behind the spare bedroom EVERY time we visit!
Did you leave ur panties in the sink?
Kitchen or bathroom?
I am about five seconds from ripping off my clothes and throwing myself into the ocean to become a mermaid
I would totes reciprocate the nip pic, but I'm sick with a piece of tissue shoved up one of my nostrils and I'm just not feeling that ambitious. Sorry.
He's interpretive dancing to Crazy by Britney Spears and expressing his feelings for either me or the guy next to us
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
final thoughts: i just want someone into choking me out, weed and anime
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