# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
The midget we rented got so drunk last night he got carted off in an ambulance
rhymes with "ouble enetration"
he was sending me dirty texts but i was watchin nickeloden and couldnt get into it
im ashamed your my cousin
so apparently telling her she could shit easier and therefore lose weight faster wasn't the best arguement for getting anal.
his name is not nearly as fun as i thought to yell out in bed
he legitimately fell asleep standing up at the club. everyone was impressed
battery dying...get laid and text me after...or during...its whatever.
he said he wants to do me james and the giant peach style. im afraid of what that means. but moderately excited. wish me luck.
I use him for alcohol and he uses me for sex. This is the closest thing to love i could imagine
I'm trying on my bridesmaid dress so that I can determine what will need to be done to achieve getting fucked while wearing it.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
He doesn't belong with God. He belongs face-down in a pile of his own excrement, vomit, blood and semen. Then pissed on by Satan.
the other day i was so high i found pages and pages of pictures of HD hamburgers and patriotic music. bong rips for merica.
She found my old SD card with stuff I "didn't keep" or "didn't record us doing".... She's pissed but really horny. Did I just win at sex?
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