i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
and i looked up. we had an audience...
We had sex on my friends waterbed ..after that the whole school kept asking him if he had fun getting "sea-sick" last night.
we could easily be the first people to smoke 3 bowls and pound a Four Loco before goin on a tour of the Tillamook cheese factory
It took me four clicks to get to 2009 on his profile. This can't work.
I'm eating dry tortillas on a mattress without a sheet. and i thought my life would change after graduation.
I should have to wear a sign around the rest of the day so everyone knows the shame I feel.
It's like my butt was the only innocence I had left and now I don't even have that.
If it's any consolation, I've been sitting in the hallway in assless chaps for the past thirty minutes
You dont lie about slip and slides
Just purchased ketchup, body wash, and lube. Hope you're ready for the post-memorial-day-cookout-shower-anal.
The best part about living in a college town is the annual rush of senior girls who want to get in their lesbian experiment before they graduate.
Gay bathhouses. They're actually a thing. So god does exist. And he doesn't hate me as much as you think he does
you were so high you asked for half double stack and half crispy chicken sandwich "welded together" in the wendy's drive through
I could see the visible disappointment when she saw my penis
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