and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
I just foul balled at work. I had taken off my coat too… had to go to the sink wash my hands then go back to the stall and pick up my coat. I hope the guy shitting in the stall next to me didn’t figure out what happened.
this mix will be the most desperate cry for affection in the history of itunes.
were trying to schedule when i can give him head in between classes.
i woke up with my wallet keys and phone missing and a treasure map to find them stapled to my shirt.
haha i know
1. They have gold fish races every wednesday. 2. They have a redbull vodka slushie. We need to visit this place.
1. My fish will beat your fish. 2. Were getting fucked up
I knew I fucked up when I woke up with the meat scissors in my hand.
I believe some people would call last night an orgy.
Is it hot in here? Is the room moving? Its moving. The room is moving. Its spinning like a top. Have you ever been covered in puke? What are you doing?
That would be a mascot riding an ATV at a semi-professional hockey game, if that doesn't sum up how I've been I don't know what could
Probably yeah. I mean maybe one day we can be those friends that hang out naked. Not awkard at all.
Girl you know I'm an advocate of debauchery but you might wanna check yoself.
Unless you count my weekly workout where I drink wine, listen to obscure/cheesy records, and pretend I'm a ballerina...no. I don't exercise.
I think I left my bra and my crocs in your room
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