she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
life is sad when you just turned 21 and youre doing late night rogaine runs...
Mass Text: Free blowjob to first person to bring me a nacho cheese chalupa.
He was making tequila spiked Arnold Palmers and murmuring things in Spanish.
I love foreign exchange students.
Somehow me showing up to/breaking into her house only to find I was a week early for the party became a night of weed cookies and sex.
Also, I found out tonight a major plus for being female is you can accidentally call the hot bartender sweet tits and she won't get mad.
Is putting "Tonight I'm Fucking You" on my date playlist too forward?
My mom just looked at me while watching the fireworks and asked if it reminded me of how I felt after sex. I'm so uncomfortable.
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
And amler is totally snoring loud as fuck sitting on the steps with her feet in a puddle of soda puke
If my mom's not going to offer me drugs then it's really pointless for me to be here.
The ride home was alright, we hooked up in the street next to his car after he smashed into the guard rail
I got a charlie horse in my ass while masturbating. We are never been going to that boot camp again.
was I atleast graceful when I feel down that flight of stairs and broke my hand?
One less thong to worry about.
One less *thing! But probably that too.
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