just walked past a group of stoners who were staring open jawed in the spice aisle. tonight they will stumble upon something amazing.
I don't want to talk about her cat for two hours only to dry hump till I'm blistered. Not worth it.
I distinctly recall there being a "I can't be dead 2maro" stipulation to going out last night. There's been a breech of contract
I plan on gettn treatment center drunk
you should be awarded for your promiscuity.
i really should.
In light of your oncoming completion of twenty-three years of personhood, I feel a pressing need to blast country-pop phenomenon Taylor Swift's hit single "22" in your general direction until midnight.
I masturbated to my balding thirty-something co-worker last night. I am a new level of lonely.
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
There's always a silver lining when massive voluptuous tits are involved
2015 is a year for health and mental stability and alas we are not yet there so yolo
We had sex on his sofa while his friend cheered and threw bugles at us
I mean, it's a romantic picture of pubes if I've ever seen one
I don't know where I'm at. But I'm pretty sure what I'm looking at is a small bear.
Im playing a game I have to take a drink every time my gram asks me the same question hammered by 4 guaranteed
The neighbors ahemed the WHOLE time. Their kids are the ones that scream loud enough for me to remember my birth control. It's payback!
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