Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
so if i die before i go back to school its because the thing we found in the hallway that i've been smoking out of is a crack pipe
Sorry about blasting sandstorm on a loop when i left for work this morning. But maybe this will teach you to not come home trashed on a tuesday night with some chick and have loud sex till 4 in the morning. The walls are thin, remember?
I'm considering failing out of my last semester of college just so I can keep fucking him.
it was good sex until i became a rubber doll and he became a jack hammer, so i guess overall it was good
All I want is a camelback full of Jameson and the weather to be cool enough for me to wear rainbow spandex. Ugh. Pride problems.
foreskin is a definite game changer
He is full of southern hospitality and I want to be full of him.
I just got hit on at the bar by a guy who used his mother as a wingman, she was pretty convincing. Only in Stratford.
Woke up to the UT campus police fishing my boxers out of the university pool, guess it was a good night.
I want him for more than banging and buying me potato salad. Is this what love feels like?
He told me I smelled like peanut butter, pepperoni, and pure unbrieldled passion.
I wrote a list of things I enjoy doing. So far it says "get high and go to museums."
At what point did i decide poptarts, nyquil, and whiskey was a good idea?
Legit hope my Trump humping Brother dies of this shit so I can stop pretending to still love him.
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