your room smells of hookers.
And success
sometimes I tug on my anal hairs for pleasure
you've officially gone too far. we are no longer friends
Skanksgiving break is awesome already... pilgrim and indian roleplay tonight.
I'm starting therapy this week.. Taylor Swift music isn't cutting it for me anymore
All he wants to do is masturbate while I sit there with my big toe up his ass that is not even the worst part of it.
Barack Obama mentioned plan B and suddenly this address seems a lot more personal
Any day you don't mysteriously wake up in the garbage is a good day.
I knew I fucked up when I woke up with the meat scissors in my hand.
They sat at the bar while we waited for a table. When the hostess came to seat us, they were shitfaced, and swordfighting wth chop sticks.
she texted me out of nowhere. and I wanted to get drunk. like I didn't even have her new number until 6 hours ago and bam we were rolling around drinking cotton candy vodka from the bottle she had stuffed in a boot
my mom went out and bought me new sheets and redecorated my room. its like she's more excited for me to get laid tomorrow for the first time in two months than I am.
He gave me one look and told me I'm not allowed to board the plane if I'm still as drunk by departure time.
Thank you <3 he just looked at me, fist bumped me, and asked me what was on my titty....we may cut her off
He sent me a dick pic from work, but I could see all the pizzas in the background. Now I'm just hungry.
I gave him breakup sex, AGAIN
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