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weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
I feel as though I could trust her, I mean she did tell me she was married before we had sex.
She even gives head with a lisp.
he's home with a concussion now...but apparently i'm still the highlight of his freshman year
the bandages come off on Tuesday. we can try out my new breasts then.
I just did the math technically I'll be drunk until 2:30-3:00pm
Giant stained glass jesus is judging my black pleather pants
still can't believe dude took a personal call while he was balls deep in my mouth.
Three times. Three times I left home yesterday in search for sex, and three times I returned un-orgasmed.
While walking to class I was handed a red bull, condoms, and a mini bible. I love my school.
at least he now gets to tell people how he once threw a party so epic that the next day they had to clean some girl's body paint off the ceiling
I was just told I’m pretty enough to be a catfish. This made me so happy...
oh what is to come when my single life starts with a threesome?
Woke up went to work ate beef after three year hiatus shat my pants went to bed
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