I'd wear matching sweaters with you
my soul wont recognize me after tonight
and the mascot is a pinecone. its really no surprise that people here dont get laid
Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
All I heard was "You have collect call from Lafayette Parish Jail for Dude it was awesome! I'll tell you about it later!"
You are softly singing to the wall while slow dancing with it. I feel as though you should discontinue this behavior.
Glow parties are what I live for
Your priorities in life astound me
When I woke up my bed had been moved to the middle of my living room, a hippie was spooning me on one side and a pile of cocaine on the other, did I go through a time warp or are we still in 2012?
She hash-tagged my name. I think it's safe to say that she remembers our hookup.
You burned the hair off your arms. Again.
It grows back stronger each time.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
I feel badly that he has cancer, but this does not mean I am obligated to have sex with him. Again.
I don't have any plans for New Year's except watching anime and drinking until I can't read the subtitles anymore.
I came so hard I literally levitated off the top of his dick. Gravity was no match for that orgasm!
My neck is sore from all the headbanging. And I can't tell the difference between the jello stains and cum stains.
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