In a few years, 50 babies 50 states. Like it?
It was like a Michael Bay sized explosion located in my pussy.
I am choosing my outfit based on how fast I can get it off. Please help.
shhh. i hid the ranch dip behind the rooster. don't tell anyone that way you can find it in the morning and it won't be all eaten.
wrong number but thanks
Playing drinking games to Nancy Grace totally counts as "keeping up with current events.."
She agreed that we could have sex whenever I wanted and I could let someone else meet my mom.
Last time I stayed at my moms my fucking car got set on fire sooo maybe I should think this through.
I can't remember where my feet are. All I can see are colors, and all I can feel is terror. The lollipop was a bad idea.
That's all? I'm a pro at gay chicken. I'll touch his dick, I have no problem with that.
He rubbed my back afterwards. I forgot how to talk and I legitimately thought I was a cat for a few minutes.
You ran out of his house yelling "I got the goods!" Then you pulled toilet paper rolls out from under your shirt.
I decided to do drugs in front of her because if anyone can handle the truth it's a ghost
He was wearing a diaper to the party. I've never felt like such a creep in my life.
Yeah that stuff was rough. We insisted on wearing our bikinis all down college ave, and at several parties that were not beach themed
I begin to question your sobriety when you both left here shirtless, with beers in one hand and shotguns in the other
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