you said youd get me home safely, you dropped me off at 9:30 last night and i just woke up on my porch.
everytime i listen to a chris brown song and like it i feel like i bad person
I couldn't tell if he was hitting on me or if he was just mentally challenged.
it was like she was tryin to eat my face and i was defending myself with my mouth
if my spotter knew I was listening to the Wicked soundtrack on my iPod, I wouldn't even be mad if he dropped the barbell on my throat
Responsibility does not care about your dick.
you should break up with her....give her the gift of reality
UPDATE: lighting the grill with Bacardi. Haven't slept. Forgot the hamburger buns. Almost out of our eighth handle.
I like the wholesome side of you
I'm so goddamned horny I could use all my pent up energy to tear a redwood out by its roots.
And the next morning he asked me why I had clothes on so I said so that he could take them off again.
i think we watched the dark knight rises after you left but i might have passed out through most of it. I remember crying at the end though. sad tears then happy tears.
Ran into a tinder match at the bar last night. We spotted each other and started making out without speaking any words to each other. Fuck yea technology!
His Instagram is like a gay porn blog all of the sudden got conquered by the Mormon missionary that he is
Just for once I'd like my first interaction with a new GP to not be an obvious sex injury.
Just had to tell a NYC cop I was doing the Dougie in a houndstooth jumper so he could find me in the security video.
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