i hit her car. ill just send her a farmville gift in the morning. then it'll be alright.
he was fingering the outside of my pants..i knew that was my cue to leave
had to ask my 13 year old sister if she knew any dealers... she did. it's good to be home.
For some reason I have a hard time believing getting drunk and recreating a movie about singing transvestites is ever very far from a situation you're in.
I knew the only reason I bought a smartphone was to play "You're Havin My Baby" on the way to cvs to buy Plan B.
My blowjobs put them in a state of relaxation similar to that of getting hit with a tranquilizer. The fear comes after the sex.
Did you shave a certain someone in his sleep last night?
cool, get new shit, I dnt want the same old if it's my last drink ever
The world isn't ending you idiot. I'll grab beer
What happened with the girl wasn't a gay thing. It was just a mutual respect and want for sex. The guys just weren't there.
Call it what you want. You fucked a girl.
These girls just walked into this party as reverse cowgirls... Wearing cowboy clothes all backwards
I don't know why I do this to myself his dick is a constant source of disappointment.
I left my parents and ran through the airport. I was like I'm not getting stuck in Atlanta tonight and not having sex.
this potential sugar daddy just sent me a photo of him butt naked in the woods saying he wants to "grow our spirits together." so i think i found us a new drug dealer!
He made me pay for half of dinner. Fucking feminist revolution.
Oh and itβs been a year according to my snap chat memories since I banged your cousin in your sons truck pulled over on Elm St! ππππ¬π³π
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