Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
Need sex. Gaining weight.
Next weekend I am getting a library card and staying my whore ass home.
News update: stealing a playground is harder than it looks.
I don't think I have ever puked up that much free breakfast in my life...thank god for Nickle Beers.
my boss made my mugshot into an 'employee of the month' poster.
i just saw that homeless guy who dresses like the cat in the hat at the liquor store. i guess he got enough change to have a good weekend. oh the places he'll go
4 am. She strained the mac and cheese onto her legs. She has no skin.
were drug buddies, doing lines off her ass is just a bonus
during a bj, his alarm went off and he said "At the buzzer"
I went to grab his drink and my hand grazed his dick. It was magical.
Would it be sharing too much to tell you that my nipples hurt so much that I couldn't comfortably go down the stairs?
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
Crust to egg proportion prescribes to a pedantic form of quiche. It's like saying breakfast pizza isn't pizza at all.
He's got the most well kempt beard I've ever seen and I need it between my thighs is basically what I'm saying
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