Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
I think they gave out some kind of ugly girl scholarship I don't know about...
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
I have come to the conclusion that if you don't fulfill your life ambitions you should go into porn
Hurry there's a dancing lesbian. She's a jumper and has impeccable jazz hands.
tell that swedish kid i didnt take his shotgun. he GAVE it to me.
Good point, clearly my love of penis contributed to my torn knee ligament.
I'm thinking about wearing a strap-on just to freak him out the next time he pulls my pants off.
Well despite the fact that I'm still not entirely sure this isn't an elaborate/cunning plan to kill me, I'm in.
I want to be your penis for a week.
Pi�atas plus fireworks don't mix well
She can't even plan ahead to have toilet paper for her next shit
She was blacked out on the couch MASTURBATING and whispering to her boyfriend...who wasn't there. I yelled her name and she didn't even pause.
Maybe for you. You don't have to clean the melted butter off the stove. I LOST THE SPECIAL SEASONINGS.
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