I bet when she looks at herself in the mirror she wishes brown paper bags were in fashion.
They have to be talking about me. I never heard that statement until I was born.
he refuses to go down on me anymore when he's high because he thinks my clit piercing stares at him
pube in her braces AGAIN. barely kept a straight face.
So chef boyardee smells exactly the same after you throw it up
i literally discovered the exact same thing last week. i had the lasagna one
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we've been together for three years, and i still get excited when i know i'm going to give him a blow job. it's that kind of love
Beautiful fucking linguistics Shakespeare, but youre still not doing that to my face
Well after last night I am convinced he is real life Tyler Durden. He only exists to me and somehow keeps me out of jail this entire time
I found all these half eaten mandarin orange on the ground and the bruises on my neck are definetely not hickies
Like I actually don't feel all that great but the fact that I'm not projectile vomiting at work makes life seem so magical
Hooked up with a guy that looked like Dean Thomas. Mediocre at best, but I stopped myself from calling him Dean in bed. So I got that going for me.
Just watched a girl lose her dignity at the corner...it's not even midnight
My blue shorts are now brown from all the stripper fake tan
Ive decided to see your threat against my life as you flirting
thanks for the bj man. also make sure you close the gate behind you. the chickens are out.
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