i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
I heard Topanga got a DUI. I need that mugshot asap.
i'm transferring to degrassi. i don't care that it's severely canadian. classes are five minutes long, there's no actual work and you can get oot of class whenever you want to go have a dramatic scene with someone in the hall
for me the strap perfect is like a chastity belt
They asked me to help them shop for lingerie.
Tell them everything looks awful, makes their ass look fat, etc. You'll wreck their self esteem and likely both have sex with you to make themselves feel better.
You're the most understanding sister I could ever ask for.
I shall welcome him into my body with an open liver and completely lay down all chance of resistance. Sweet Zeus, please take me to Mt. Olympus and share all that is divine. I promise, the secrets will be safe with me
well he never texted me back and the pizza I took my rage out didn't deserve such malice
I just had to explain to an 70+ year old lady what 'coitus' was. This was not in my job description.
All of my Tinder matches have neck tattoos. It's like God wants me to go to jail again.
Uh do you have my pants because I have yours
I'm 4,715,723% sure I don't give a fuck.
I fucked him on shrooms. His dick looked like a missile and he had snakes coming out of his ears. It. Was. AWESOME!
I am afraid of asking him for his new number so I continue to text the one that's no longer in service.
Remember that Czech tennis player I brought home from beer pong and banged on your couch last year? He just booty calle me. From the Czech Republic.
It was like Strip poker and blow, but with Yu-Gi-Oh cards
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