I'm good, just tired from chardonnay and giving hand jobs.
let me know it goes. try not to get bit. and if you can, get someone to videotape it.
i told him to take shots to cure a hangover and he told me i was "walking the steppingstones to alcoholism"
Forgot that I saved my paper as "Eat Shit Edwards" and e-mailed it because I missed class. I'm sure Prof. Edwards will be delighted when she gets it. I don't anticipate a passing grade.
you busted in the room, ripped the covers off of us, ... and fist pumped
I fukin lobve the states. Girls here let me fuck them because they like my accent. I may not go back
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
You may have cured my horniness. I feel like my libido just got shat on by kittens who live on an enchanted rainbow.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
i've created a new STD.
He added his name to my To Do list. That's the way to my Type A heart.
Now accepting any stories about my adventures last night, in particular why my knuckles are bleeding.
well at least now you can say you got an STD from the frontman of a band no one's heard of
fuck you.
She's the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.
i don't think fitbit tracks "flipping the fuck out" as activity.
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