I really wanna talk..
if by talk you mean have nasty makeup sex involving marshmellow fluff.. I'm down
I was just "that girl you seen blowing some dude outside when you drove by"
By the way, I got bored last night and just started putting my balls on every object in your room. One at a time.
Did you find any other hidden treasures in my room? Specifically weed? Or Slim Jims?
Every time I think about it I can feel His toe in my mouth and I gag, I'm scarred for life.
The only thing I remember is doing a toddlers and tiaras dance routine onstage. I fucking CURTSIED.
OMG stop. Pretty feet? Sparkle baby!
I left my pipe in my center console with a bowl packed when I took my car to the shop, and when I picked it up the weed had been smoked, but my oil change was only half price.
How was that my fault?! I made you breakfast and gave you cake, as you asked. Then, you initiated sexual activity.
Of course I fucked him. He's a professional beat boxer, his entire job is to do complicated shit with his tongue.
Also if i get drunk and start crying about the elephants you all have my permission to abandon me.
Learn from my mistakes, you naive soul: Gay love triangles are just as dangerous as straight love triangles.
I am attempting to break the habit of calling him daddy.
Can I get high for this class every tuesday? Its like a multi-sensory carnival acid trip.
Also either i just launched into space as a rocket or my legs just orgasmed, but i am high as a soul train
I can't dude. Last time I was there, I blew the bartender in the bathroom at last call.
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