I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
im surounded by vag. Like smog aound LA, i am suffocating in an atmosphere of pussy
so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
You held your own hair and threw up into a red cup...I think they were more amazed than upset.
No way. Our relationship is based solely on texting and sex. A phone call would be too much at this point.
The higher i get, the less gay he looks, and the more i want to make out with him. This is dangerous.
do you really not remember him getting up at like 4am with a leaf blower running through the house and telling people to "WAKE THE FUCK UPPP"
I'm treating myself to a " uve slept with yet another mr. Wrong" breakfast
Dude, for your own safety, do not bring that chick home. I'm pretty sure you're going to find a marsupial pouch smuggling a fresh batch of herpes under that hoodie. Bail bail bail bail bail.
It's a good cause. For your vagina.
I imagine my service panda will provide sufficient protection. At the very least it will be an irresistible cuddly distraction while I make good my escape.
I just love it. It's warm and soft and the rest of the world is so mean. My bed would never be mean to me
My signature move is making guys wonder why they bothered in the first place
I just wanted to personally thank you for throwing clementine slivers at me across the room while we made out
Do you think showing up at his door with bourbon and chicken is too forward?
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