rather than putting your name in guys phones, you just texted 90999 to donate $10 to Haiti and then gave it back to them
my facebook is like a giant collection of my one night stands
I'll show rhose boucners: You don't let me in, I poop on your pool.
we were hanging out in his room and he decided to play WoW.. so i took off all my clothes while he wasn't paying attention and laid on his bed and started playing with myself.
did he notice?
of course he didn't notice.. he was playing a fiesty level 1 fucker that wouldn't give up..
I HAVE FLAVORED BLOW. THIS SHOULD NOT EXISIT.
You walked in with a firecracker and a doughnut then demonstrated what a lazy job he did fucking you
I figured that I'd start organizing the places ive given head. I'll add treehouse right after bandroom
is it sad that i can honestly say it was the best birthday sex i've ever had and it was still terrible?
Why is there a video on my phone of us trying to snort a line of Reeces Pieces with you chanting "This is how fat girls party"?
I have random bruises including my spine and visible bite marks on my neck. Thanksgiving car sex accomplished.
we superglued breast forms to his chest. those aren't coming off anytime soon.
Oh my god I'm in a public bathroom with a space heater. I never want to leave
I shouldn't have that kind of responsibility when the prospect of being high is readily available. All I could do was hula hoop and smoke cigarettes last night. My remembrance of anything important was out the window.
i woke up in a bed of pop tarts
I 100% barfed while bumping the DMX remix of reading rainbow
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