Uhh me and Jacque peed on the street outside the bar last night and wiped with flowers. I vaguely remember her repeating the word "fresh" over and over.
is it gross that my labia hangs so much that guys can't find my clit?
If the first sentence isn't something about weed or the nature of choclate I'm skipping class.
Neighbors just bought a new bong. Got high with them and we decided to name it "Gary colemans sweet sugarlumps" these guys are hilarious
I wouldn't really call it 'getting lucky' considering I paid her to do it.
I just want one of her status not to be about Jesus.
Remember middle school health class where we used to say that when we lost our vcards we would be on the pill, using a condom, and have had our partners tested first? We were so optimistic.
If I am going to pay someone to make me puke, it's going to be the bartender.
It's official drugs can't kill me
Typical Sunday afternoon purchase of condoms and a helium tank.
Gas station champagne. And before you say anything I'll have you know it's imported. From California. So get fucked.
He just snapchatted me a picture of his cock. The angle makes it look like a freakin skyscraper. Thinking of photoshopping a little monkey on it.
He pulled a bucket of fried chicken out of his backpack as a peace offering. Under the chicken was a rainbow bag of weed. We're dating again.
I am just saying if Clark Kent walks into your life, you fuck him
Sorry for peeing on you and your bed last night.
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