let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
i just shit 3 out of the 4 types of matter
I seriously need to stop naming my lingerie sets after the boys I wear them for. I seriously just asked mom if she put Brett in the dryer
We were so tired we rock paper scissored for who would be on top. I won.
he asked me if i would dance for him to make it easier for him to jack off. does that answer your question.
Because it is about to snow, I sent him for Diet Coke and cigarettes. It's the gay version of milk and bread.
at the hospital. he locked himself in the kitchen, said he was making beer batter shrimp. don't know if it's the mercury poisoning, alcohol poisoning or second degree burns they're holding him for, but i've got a pretty guess.
So I just saw Jonah Hill at LAX and decided my fat fetish is back
You should go to counseling for that
I am making it a rule that only people I am comfortable around enough to not have to put a bra on are allowed for Sunday funday. I think that's a good rule for someone who started drinking alone at noon while everyone else here sipped their coffee.
that's the second time I've made out with him and woken up with my pants stuffed with PBRs I am convinced he's magic
I'm sorry if you weren't drunk enough to be peer pressured into the naked dancing/group make out that transpired last night
you made cordon bleu at 4am and declared you were Marshall Stewart
My skirt was too short for the church and I brought my flask to the Scrooge play. God bless us, everyone!
In another note. Thanks for making me get a vibrator. For real.
he told me his feelings for me AFTER sex, so that means he meant it right?
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