I woke up naked by my window. blinds open. smiley face drawn on my window.
I Apparently saved a picture of the Eiffel tower in between 2 pics of his dick. It appears to be the same size. I fucking love Paris.
He fucked volume into my hair. It was amazing.
I just masturbated to the audio from my psych lecture . . . this screwing my prof fantasy is getting serious.
Starting drinking whiskey at eight. Already had ten girls looking up my kilt to make sure I'm wearing it right.
She's the drunk girl with the air-horn and sunflower seeds.
the last guy with this job had a bookshelf fall on him. He's in the Er. Im high and they gave me his shift. How do you think i feel?
The closest thing to a sext that you will ever receive from me is a picture of pepperonis on Greg's asscheeks, clenching.
You told her that she shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes then when her roommate asked if you like her you said "no I just want to insert things into her"
I stand by it.
If he survived pride he can survive a gay bar
I had to puke in a ditch beside a cow pasture and like 50 cows just stood there and watched. I could feel the judgment.
HIS DICK ISNT BIG ENOUGH FOR HIM TO BE THAT PROUD OKAY
It's a novelty for anyone to see a girl like me in a skirt like this milking a cow
It's a shame I've been hooking up with him for 6 months and he still doesn't know my real name.
I have post one night stand depression
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