I missed Saved by the Bell this morning, but Ashley in a later episode of Fresh Prince is keeping the morning wood alive.
I was so high I couldnt even listen to music i was terrified of the potential knowledge i would gain.
Important life lesson - flammable and inflammable mean the same thing
i just entered cocaine into my calorie counter.
I knew shit got real when the pinapple was gone and people were just passing around the core and gnawing on it.
My lips are sealed. Both pairs.
I can HEAR him staring at your boobs.
Then my perve supervisor asked about your vagina. And I was like nunya, but its glorious
Nothing like the soothing screaming of your neighbor getting boned while eating a pizza on the front porch.
He said the pain stops when I get my shit together and stop being a drugged out alcoholic mess. Could have just said no.
He had really great hair, but he told me he's been in a psych ward three times. I mean I know I'm a psych major, but that's too much.
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
This is not okay. I only like one boy. I should like 200 boys and be having wild unprecedented sex. Instead I like one boy whose a born again virgin.
Sustenance and doggy style.. the only two things I need
His butt is perfect. Like a twelve on a scale of one to ten. No idea about his personality or anything but that ass... I'm keeping him.
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