um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
she moaned out jack bauer's name while i was banging her...
We talked about all of the sex positions that would better allow him to feed me grapes. I think I'm in love.
Was just explained ingredients in a four loko. Puzzles of the universe starting to piece together.
This is like the time you took a picture of your knees and told him it was your tits, isn't it?
We were playing hot potato with real potatoes at 3am
Please note: when a bouncer tells you to leave, pointing out that their career path makes them a much better judge what to do will not make you friends
I want to throw pennies on her stage, or just ripping up a dollor bill and throw them one at a time.
You don't understand. On her lunch break she sits on the roof, stares into the sky, and chain smokes. I can't get on her level. She is made up of java monsters with whiskey and a voice that sounds like sex.
You need to stop crushing on your boss or fuck her.
It's like the cookie assaulted me with being high.
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
He can move his dick. Like on its own. WHY DID I NOT GIVE BLOWJOBS BEFORE?!
Come over I need help. I just almost died in an acid flashback while listening to do You Feel Like We Do off of the Frampton Comes Alive album.
when ur drunk laser tag is all fun n games. try it high and all of the aliens in the galaxy want you dead.
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