um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
frozen peaches as icecubes. vodka Sundays just got wayyyy better
you kept typing in answers.com, why are the state police calling my house, expecting an answer
I know you don't remember, but the teeth marks on my face say it happened.
Ate apple sauce off his penis. Nutritious and slutty.
If it was designed to hold water, it was designer to hold wine
And before you get all mad cause I said "nipples," I actually discarded "you are so wet right now" and "you have such a raging clit-on right now."
That's called being sensitive.
We told her to calm down. She said "I'm Buddha!". Then army crawled to the cooler for more vodka.
You described pouring milk in your strawberry cereal as a glittering magnificent water fall, skimming over the mountain and little strawberry citizens.
He talked for 3 hours straight on how his dad is a dentist how fuck do you think my night was
we're forecasting high levels of inebriation into the evening with dropping temperatures late at night
I don't know where I'm at. But I'm pretty sure what I'm looking at is a small bear.
But I put cranberries and apples in my wine so it's festive drinking not suicidal drinking
Thrres cinnamon everywgte. Plead cine get me
And he put his penis in my face and I back handed it away.
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