she had a my little ponys comforter. i left when she went to the bathroom
masturbating is 5million times harder to finish knowing grandma is in the guestroom downstairs. just so you know.
the only evidence i have from this weekend existing is a title page for a novel i tried writing called "the oyster who gave up drinking"
I hope the doctor doesnt lift up and my shirt and listen to my lungs. I dont want to explain why I have rug burns on my back.
Check Facebook. Random dude tagged us in photos from last night dancing at Denny's while eating a sampler platter. 1. How does he have our names, and 2. You said we ate at Tbell.
I asked her to make me water, which in turn meant get me a glass. She handed me a cup of microwaved ice cubes.
They were loudly fucking last night and there was way too much conversation involved. It wasn't even dirty talk, it was more like "your doing it wrong" talk
Girls at BYU need to learn how to handle a penis. I swear my date last night was trying to pull it off my body to use later.
Like please, take your microdick and try to stick it someplace else. It is not welcome in my world.
So it's safe to say that it's all down hill from here
Do you mean easy livin or downward spiral of alcoholism and disappointment
At one point I was convinced he was a snake and was going to eat me And I just accepted it
I'm asking you this because you're my dad....is coke a drug I should try?
I gave you chlamydia, you gave me a concussion. Now we're even.
My boobs smell like weed again. This happens way too often.
Ben Franklin would totally be a furry.
You're smoking weed and checking Tumblr I take it?
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