i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
last night this guy was hitting on me by showing me the famous people he had in his contacts on his cell... when he asked me if i knew lindsay lohan, i said "whose that? sounds asian"
Sorry for calling you a whore in front of your mom. World cup brings the worst out of me.
Best morning ever. I saw a bum giving another bum a blowjob downtown.
Hungover snowboarding. Puked off the lift and traumatized a group lesson for kids. Crash course on adulthood.
He compliments me like a gay guy and fucks me like a starved nympho. I'm in love.
It's a lightpost hitting you in the head. Of course it's going to hurt the day after.
Because he's your one night stand I shouldn't feel obligated to extend social media to him
I was stumbling so much, men walking behind us were shouting "don't hit the pole! don't hit the pole!" whenever I was near a telephone pole.
I dont know. Theres no way you can be ready for the sex hurricane that will consume you.
we could do so many fantastic illegal things together. sexually and otherwise.
I should be rewarded with oreos for not turning into a raging cunt.
I swear to god if you settle for a trump supporting packers fan, I will not acknowledge your children. You're better than that.
He kept screaming "I am the thunder!" when he was riding me.
Girl in front of me just swan dove into the middle of the carpeted hallway, stood up, clapped for herself, and then continued walking. My life is complete.
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