how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
the bulge in his pants is not junk. its hair. trust.
he quoted cool runnings while we were having sex: feel the rythm,feel the rhyme, get on up, its bobsled time
found a hand written recpiet for 'one doe fawn' on an open crate in my living room need help to find it
where the hell would u of bought a deer
I imagine I kinda look like a banana with one boob out.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
Guy hitting on me at bar is guy who's Craigslist ad we laughed at the other night. Not even kidding.
Hooked up to multiple episodes of Even Stevens last night. What the fuck.
You need to stop thinking about the needs of your vagina and concentrate on the greater good
Just thought you should know I'm having a reunion tour of Athens this weekend. Minus the weird guy I was fucking last time.
I am the girl who goes to bed with her make-up on so that she doesn't have to fully redo it in the morning. I am obviously not ready to be a mother.
How does that even work?
Came so hard my ears popped. This lovely piece of news and pissin in my driveway brought to you by rum
the only joy I get out of her anymore is hitting on her friends and ignoring her. it's chaos for them. like shaking a slutty ant farm
Are u alive? If u are, you deserve an award.
WHEN THE HELL DOES ANYTHING IN OUR LIVES *EVER* GO AS PLANNED???
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