My nipple is on Facebook.
also referred to as T.P.S. (Toddler Penis Syndrome)
So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
well you can't waste a boner
We were making out in the bushes when some dude comes and starts peeing beside us.
Slept on the counter again. Mom covered me in an apron.
pre-gaming in the library. just gonna keep going until i'm too drunk to keep working and then i'll be there.
Guys with values who care about your personality don't cum on your back the 2nd time they you sleep with you.
I could go for watching some naked price is right. Looks like a good time to me.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
I think clothing becomes optional at the second date! But you seem like a rule breaker
You start to question your party girl tendencies when you're wearing the same shirt you wore the night before to work and you're trying to get last nights Jell-O shot off the sleeve on your way to work
If my plane goes down do me a favor. Break into my house and get the batman costume and swing out of my bedroom.
And since we used to fuck you are absolutely obligated to like my tweets
By talk things out did he mean have passionate angry sex?
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