11:03 p.m. Whats a lie i you lovn me. Let's cuddle.
I'm pretty sure my roommate has taken plan B more times than i've had sex. Not sure how that makes me feel.
It's sad that I have started checking out the ring finger before the rack...I'm getting old
i was just texting to let you know that my facebook chat is working again so you can talk to me more. please talk to me more.
I wish there was a "friends who have gained the most weight since high school" filter on facebook for when I am feeling fat.
You bring the bicep workout. I'll bring the unscented gentle products. We'll both bring our penises.
We have a hundred jello shots. Lines will be crossed.
Mystery lines found in a Pyrex dish in the back of my pantry at 415 am. No recall as to it's origin. Unidentifiable taste. Obviously I'm doing them
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
Idk. The last coherent text said something about $25 & dimes. And then...it's just letters...
I really want to fuck that guy in the full wind breaker suit
I appreciate your acceptance of my lack of morals
i don't care if you are my best friend. does not give you the right to describe how well my sister gives blowjobs.
how about your cousin?
Just passed a girl holding a jar filled with what appeared to be diarrhea
Randomize
