there's paper in my vomit.
He was so confused why there was a string hanging out of my vagina.
he breathalyzed me before we had sex.
That's what you get for fucking someone nicknamed "wiggle worm"
And then out of the blue she sent me a youtube video mashup of cats puking to techno music
I would not wish his dick upon my worst enemy
he spent like 10 minutes trying to convince us that he was throwing up in the bushes on purpose in order to cut weight for wrestling
That boy has a whole ocean of crazy lying just beneath the surface waiting to rise up, he's like the tar sands of crazy
These welts and bruises from letting gay boys whip my thighs last night are a clear indication i should lay off the tequila.
Oh, and apparently I was butt ass naked and walked into the room where anna was skyping her dude in afghanistan and said "This is happening."
Clearly I was drunk when I met them I gave them a muffin. But they sure remembered me
LOOK, I was 19, and I made a lot of choices with my crotch which I'm weirdly proud of
Yes dear.
My vagina is no longer accepting new clients.
He was talking about his friends deceased ferret and I still managed to orgasm.
Now THAT is dedication!
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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