I guess there's a 50 percent chance that it was her that wet my bed.
It wasn't a wasted relationship. I got road-head in an Escalade. I still keep that with me.
They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
They were going around the house breaking things and screaming "Not my house!"
craigslist free llama. are you in or are you in?
I vaguely remember having a cowboy explain his belt buckle to me in the bathroom hallway
Apparently all year they've been using me as a standard of drunkenness
i'll probably be on drugs forewarning
forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you
So I found a skull ring inside me this morning. I'm assuming its yours, so I'll leave it in my mailbox for you - it looks expensive.
He was having Sex and you yelled 'hot and dangerous!" and he responded with "if you're one of us then roll with us!" when he went to he bathroom I saw her getting dressed, looking mortified.
Hey Kellie. Me putting. My face intebetaeen ut your boobs made my night
I just remembered you petting my nose last night to help the cocaine 'sink in'. I don't think that's how it works
I did cocaine with my cab driver all night. It was the best date.
There's a dryer on fire at the laundromat, and everyone's just standing around taking pictures. Except me. I'm texting.
I don't think we should let her have pot anymore. She ate an entire package of bacon half-cooked and screamed that it was al-dente.
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