when I scratched it gently some sort of watery looking stuff came out...so then I just stopped thinknig about it.
omg, he ripped it...he ripped my vagina...best. night. ever.
we couldnt find her phone in the morning so i called it and found it under the bed. my name came up as 'regret'
yeah. you were just sitting there watching transformers, caressing your toaster.
you started texting yourself and saying they were "divine messages from heaven" then you threw up on stacie's piano.
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
I'm eating a piece of cake like an apple. At least my thought process is healthy.
Ginormous penis in the breeze, cumming champagne showers into your eye
It's all good. Going back to my room to try and air out my balls.
In this town being related to a brewing family or the owner of a sports team is like being royalty. It's like hooking up with the queen's nephew or something.
Because nothing screams stable like yelling at a guy in a bar because last time you hooked up he stole your underwear.
Neighbour is sobbing. Difficult to masturbate.
I didn't know White Castle was open when your sober.
Well, why would you bring gelado into a strip club?
I could be doing way worse things besides texting him 'come over and bang my headache away'. i could be on meth
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