Just fucked a hooker at a motel in New Jersey. Two states down, 48 to go.
All i remember was he was wearing billibong pants... well actually my mom found that out for me.
My new excuse for sleeping with him was in celebration of his cat's birthday.
Just threw up in the garbage can outside the liquor store... I'm pretty sure that's some sort of distress signal.
I just don't understand how a line to ride a camel on a college campus could be too long for you to wait in.
I had this image of some guy in a taco truck down by the IMA accosting you for a peep show.
He wheeled me around walmart in a cart, and stole at least 30 dollars of junior mints fpr me. Best date ever.
I can HEAR him staring at your boobs.
I'm FaceTiming Pizza Hut.
You can't just take out your bong for hits in public places... That's what pipes are for. You've got to be stealthier.
No, it's okay because this is the city of trees.
YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN BUSTED MORE THAN ONCE. THAT'S NOT A VALID EXCUSE FOR BONG HITS IN COFFEE GARDEN
Sex in your truck helped me start regaining feeling in my jaw. Thanks!
If I'm going to keep blacking out this much I need to start taking more pictures.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
Preface: Im drunk. But i think id make a good assasin. That is all.
Sitting on couch, workout sex makes me more sore than regular workout
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