its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
It was like a drunk episode of Dora the Explorer. In English.
theres always time to masturbate. my grandpa taught me that.
Well I'm glad to hear the fight wasnt over his small dick.
I guess I tried to spit on a homeless man on the walk home...Out. Of.Hand.
She slept with 4 other guys since we went on a break. And her ex. But apparently she hasn't given any bjs out of respect for me. Why does that comfort me?!
he's my ex-boyfriend's best friend... he tried to make out with me to prevent me from hitting his friend. then they almost fought about it.
teach me your ways.
I'm sorry. But when a stripper driving a Bentley tells me I have potential..... I gotta at least listen to her proposal. God did not mean for me to waste these tits on law school.
The melted ice in my drinks tonight is probably the most water I've had in like 3 days accumulated.
Rosemary is literally sitting on the ground holding on to the rug because she thinks she is going to fall if she lets go. We smoked way too much.
Yes he was puking but in the only light of the whole parking lot and he was resting in the patch of clovers and he just was a garden fairy
I'm sorry I did drugs then got really loud and bitchy at your party and judged your choice in one night stands.
We need to get you laid. Or i fear you might explode like a firework of sexual innuendos and unfulfilled erotic fantasies.
He's such a neat freak that he started making the bed while I was still laying on it naked. He succeed in case you were wondering.
You threw up with such class too! Tiara and all.
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