Let's make love on the newspapers that declare financial doomsday
i just spit dirty mouth water on my dentist. and apparently grinning sheepishly and saying "my b" doesn't make it better
On the quad today: An amish choir singing something weird, and not 30 feet away 3 girls tanning topless. Definition of diversity.
I love waking up with his head head between my legs, it makes me feel special
The fact that its 10am on a gameday and I have yet to shotgun is absurd
Either way, he made a blog for his cat.
any interest in drunk sledding later? if not, any interest in driving me to the hospital later?
I know. My only sports are biking to buy drugs and running from the police.
His lack of social graces and moral fiber complements mine nicely.
I just dumped bong water and Bacardi out of my purse into the trash can. Everything in my purse is soaked. I hate Sundays.
This reminds me of the time I was given a lap dance by a David Bowie drag king...
The trash can in my living room is full of Popsicle sticks and my vibrator has taken up permanent residence on my coffee table. I'm not doing anything productive. Clearly.
In that case, if you come anywhere near my house you can expect to be chased down various streets by a half naked me wielding a baseball bat. No, I am not giving you my address.
Why so serious bruh
LEAVE ME AND MY NIPPLES ALONE
Actually, lets be honest. I will probably keep calling him the pastor because it brings me joy using pastor and fuck buddy in the same sentence.
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