Wow that girl who lives a couple houses down is going out wearing butterfly wings a skirt and fishnets
clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
remember when jerking off was fun and not a neccesity
I can't tell whether I'm throwing up blood or licorice.
i'm on the subway and being revisted by the ghosts of tequilas past.
Your never gonna wash that desperation outta that sweatshirt you know.
Not sure if you carved a butthole or vagina in that pumpkin but that didn't stop high Phil from mounting. My study group is horrified.
That's what my new years consisted of. Consoling heartbroken girls and having people throw up in my hands.
do i respond to the booty call for the guy with the bigger dick or the one who has the gourmet coffee i like so much? at this point i'm leading toward the coffee
I sent my boyfriend to the bar so I could go out tonight and actually get laid..
Would love to dress up in respectable attire and take you out somewhere nice and then do disgusting crude things in public
Idk how much of a virgin he is but I'm tryna find out.
They call you PBJ boy because you were trying to seduce me with pieces of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Successfully might I add.
I don't want to be flamboyant (says the guy who bought a hot pink suit to be a flamingo for Halloween)--but I don't mind being a little extra.
I got here. Mom yelled "drink of the day is blueberry sangria" and next thing I knew I was on a slip and slide.
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