Whatever, you were 10 deep and there was a hot tub. No judgment.
If the first sentence isn't something about weed or the nature of choclate I'm skipping class.
I have a critically important question to ask.
Why does watermelon-flavoured candy exist?
The sweet smell of jungle juice and bad decisions is calling our name.
What part of i'm handcuffed to an oven do you not understand?
Whatever. It was high school. Back then I'd blow anyone who had enough room between their chest and their steering wheel for my head to fit.
drunk waterpark is besst waterpark.
There's not an emojicons for I think I ripped my asshole and want to die.
All I see when I think of you are dancing penis angels around your head.
I just hit your bf in the face with a mustard bottle and the guy at the table next to us bowed down to me.
Let's knock shit down like godzilla and have intense sex in the rubble
I'm high. ignore me
Worst case scenario- he paid me for sex with meatloaf. There are worse thing, right? I mean at least is was good meatloaf.
On another note, I almost lost one side of my fake butt. Dancing the wobble with the fake butt isn't recommend.
He's perfect in every other way. Is buying him a cockring too forward or just honest?
All she said was "Do me by Friday."
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