So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
She asked me to facebook all the girls I'd hooked up with. She started crying when I started my search with A.
I just wanna not walk straight. Is that too much to ask for?
All I could understand from his text was "hatchet" "soccer" & "bitch". its safe to say andy has had enough to drink & will be violent soon
Your scrotum should have touched every square inch of that place by now. Start with the water fountain.
Just asked the bartender if I could use the register to see my grades.
i was laying in her brothers bed, in his old room. and i kept getting the chills. i didn't know if it was a draft or the ghosts of BJ's past.
You may have graduated college on time, but my 6th year ass gets to see awesome tits every day just for showing up.
We're like Siamese twins, but joined at the genitals.
I'm about one sudden movement away from being able to cross "throw up in a fortune 100 company's bathroom" off my bucket list.
And they were awkwardly all over each other in a Christian way.
You are like a vicious sex animal persistently seeking prey
Yuck. My throat feels like someone chucked a couple of Maltov cocktails down it and finished it off with a super soaker filled with Jameson.
Sure go ahead and start this 'business' with him...just don't come crying to me when you have to fake your own death in two years
I don't think you should say "suck my dick" and then proclaim to be a messiah, of any sort.
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