The shirt is mine, the pants are mine, the bra not so much
i'm sitting in the library realizing that the 2 most productive things i did this weekend was have sex and go to the liquor store...
debating whether or not to save the package from my first plan b pill. it would be a nice addition to any baby book.
he said i looked like a lion with slutty lingerie on .
Literally been drinking for 10 hours. Hammered. Roasted chestnuts fell out of my shirt earlier.
Its become more of a routine.. Whenever I get done eating and have left overs I just take it over to his house and throw it all over the walls and windows. Pay backs a bitch ehhhh
Just had a thought: were the sirens on when we were in the ambulance?
I've ID'd the nipple biter.
That just sounds like a recipe for sex in my backyard. Yes.
No idea. I woke up in the middle of the night to you drooling and gnawing on my arm. Then you rolled over, punched the air 4 times, then proceeded to talk about your hair in your sleep.
you texted me "dude im face"
it sounded so right at the time
I hate how she's getting mean with age
Meh, you can't hate. That's our basic life goal and you know it.
You've changed since you got that strap on
wait he has a twin??? which one did you fuck
yes
You will be reminded everyday when you witness my majestic mustache.
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