as for my dating sex life, no more regret sticks. Only pride wands from now on.
he fingered me, smelled his fingers, then asked me what i ate today..
No, you can still breathe under the balls.
He bought me shots at the bar as his way of of paying me back for Plan B
Found your pants. They were stuffed in the tank of the toilet.
This milkshake tastes better than sex. Priorities, I have them.
It wasn't the stripper that gave you the hickey but I just figured out who did
Just dont tell him. Tell him you colored your vagina for breast cancer awareness month. He will understand.
Nah nah nah the rules are different on st patty day, drink beer or die. It's like the hunger games but blurrier
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
That all sounds beautiful. All I have to offer is my shining personality, extensive amounts of space knowledge, and I hear I am pretty not sucky at sucking dick
I just googled: how soon can I pee on a stick. What is my life coming to.
I tried to settle their lesbian roommate fight by turning on Pretty Wild
come over we're fb stalking guys who were dressed as bananas last night because i can't remember which one i blew
What is your friends name that I hooked up with? ....I think j found his credit card under my bed
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