let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
You know how I know it's Spring Break? I just passed a car with "South Padre bound" shoe polished on the back. The driver was blatantly drinking a roadie and getting road head.
Hes a nice guy and all but I'm only interested in his drunken alter ego.
She thinks I come over for the sex, but I really come for the snacks.
Itll be like a collage of penis. And not that abstract, one penis in a big painting contemporary shit. Collage....
i just want to be sober by dinner like is that too much to ask
You told me that you were mad me because I wouldn't let you 'explore my castle'. Then you said I smelled like a hospital and passed out.
Blow job season was short but glorious.
It wouldn't be New Years Eve if we knew where we would be at midnight
He may be 6' 6" but I'm 180 lbs of pure rage and determination
PokemonGo as navigation to get some at 5:13 AM. Life choices, yo.
Between randomly bursting into tears and the reappearance of my lost sex drive, this break up has left me bizarrely damp.
He's petting your head, we need to leave now.
My arm is completely dead, never again will i give you a 20 minute hand job. You better have enjoyed that asshole. I have to text with my left hand now.
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