if you like me you must not know who I am
i find it a beautiful talent that i know how much pubic hair the girl in the next stall has just from the sound of her urine
i have a surprise for you that looks bigger since I found my body hair trimmer
I passed out on my porch last night. I'm still making it to class. This is what growing up means.
Don't be alarmed at the girl laying on your bathroom floor.
Then pass out next to me, I'll be under a pong table or a park bench. Really depends on the weather during Mifflin
don't mind me. just hanging out in this cool air conditioned Babies R Us until the liquor store next door opens.
WHY DID I INFORM THE ENTIRE BATHROOM I DONT HAVE AN STD?!?!?!!
I'm texting you the word "cockring" because I feel it hasn't been said enough throughout our friendship.
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
You keep talking about hotdogs and yelling "COME ON DOWN, LET ME SEE WHAT YOU'RE WEARING"
You're right, I'd say my real all time low was when I let that fifteen-year-old feel my boob.
He's a real gentleman. At least he tried to flush my closet's handle after he pissed in it.
Currently rolling a blunt in the bathroom of Planned Parenthood
Next time we smoke please remind me to put my bong back in my build a bear box. My mom says if I leave it out one more time she's keeping it for herself.
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