Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
As long as they suck a good dick I don't care what fruit they have and where they have it
I woke up wearing nothing but 7 partially eaten candy necklaces. Only one was around my neck. Don't even try to tell me I don't need plan B.
That's cause you yelled across the parking lot you wanted to eat her out
I fucked your brother... Hey, at least we know he is not gay... You're welcome.
she sent me pictures of 3 different vaginas and if I could pick which one was hers i could sleep with her.
I was always good at matching as a child.
I want to break his glasses with my pelvis.
i'm exhausted. do you know how hard it is to put together an outfit that is professional enough to secure a babysitting job yet slutty enough to let him know i'm down for sex during naptime?
I think I reached some stage of aging, have a sore/injured shoulder from sex, next up carpal tunnel from sexting.
I'm not the one who gave a guy that lives next door to my grandmother a blowjob in a pub bathroom in Ireland, you have no room to judge.
I feel like if he almost got me pregnant once, i can at least say hi in a bar
Are u guys proud? I puked my brains out last night at a strip club. While my two fave strippèrs held my hair
At some point, you're going to have to talk to a tree and do what it says
You ripped my pants off and gave me the choice use it or lose it what was I suppose to do.
I'm in the upstairs bathroom. I went to the bathroom after class and realized this is not a shit I want to have publicly. I ran home. We can go to lunch, just give me a min
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