I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
She laid down on my bed and played "I want you to want me" on my laptop. subtle.
the owner gave me a free bottle of vodka and a 12pack of red bull if i agreed to leave. my drunken antics are finally paying off.
If you were curious as to how many pounds of bagged marijuana can fit in the trunk of a 2010 Chevrolet Aveo, we now have the answer
No longer allowed at circus circus apparently fuvking in the elevator is frowned upon.
Two word: claymation porn. Think about it.
I don't think I can ever express my appreciation for the things you text me.
Well my sources tell me she just happens to appear in an episode girls gone wild.
I know someone that will spend hours looking for her. He also has many of said movies. And I will do it for free!
I'm going to start referring to my liver is Livy. I feel like if I give it an affectionate nickname it will hate me less. Livy isn't ready for syllabus week.
I think we all know your liver needs a man's name.
He snapchatted me the wine on the ceiling this morning
I forgot drug dealers have families, too. Cheers to a sober, uncomfortable, slightly enraging Thanksgiving.
I just want to be like i dont know you but ive seen your penis & i like it
I tried to break it off with the married one. He offered to pay off my car.
The side bitch struggle is real.
His face matches his life choices. Both are train wrecks.
Currently eating Dominos at the bar high as shit so that's how homework is going
All I want is dick and wine.
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