I saved him in my fone as special pumba. he was just pumba but then he found me drugs
why does he think he needs to feed/take me out to get some ass? we are at a bar wasting my fucking time
tonight is proof that a xbox 360 will always be more reliable than a girl ever will
and a girl gets the red ring of death every month
I gambled and lost. Had to pull into a funeral home to clean up with a copy of my resume.
i dodnt think we hooked up bcause he actually texted me the next day
party gras won. party gras always wins.
I don't think I have but I might've died. If I have then come get me, I'm in the flower bed. And still game.
I feel like a blind man at a water park. Every step has the potential to be either fatal or lead to accidental, but totally enjoyable, sex.
Maybe you should start carrying pepper spray. You are like the Justin Bieber of lesbians.
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
Bro, if we got a house, it'd basically be a revolving door for slightly overweight, but extra cute, sexually deviant girls with daddy issues.
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
He is currently passed out on his toilet. Point day drinking.
I think every girl deserves a pregnancy scare. Because then it just feels like such a priviledge to be bleeding out of the vagina.
I legit just did a jig towards my box of tampons.
We had sex then laid in his bed eating chocolate and drinking juice boxes. I think I'm going to keep him around.
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