Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
Where are I am going home with Ryan
I don't know who this or Ryan is but it is probably too late to talk you out of it
By the end of the second bowl I was making sound effects to every hand movement he made.
I can only name 15 people I've had sex with - can I just start claiming that as my sex number?
I think my tv knows when im high and tells taco bell
I'm destined to be knocked up by a sailor
Someone in my class is wearing shirt and on the back it says...National Bible Quiz Finalist 2006. Do you really expect me to find a guy here
I told him we couldn't have sex because I was ovulating and "I come from fertile people."
Thanks for sticking it out with old horseface last night... I owe you one buddy.
Let's just say a refrigerator got involved and after that I had to send him home.
he has a party story that rivals our "PTSD- soldier-with-a-knife" party story. I'm pretty sure this is part of some prophecy.
I jammed my finger giving him a hand job. Don't ask how, I'm still trying to figure that out.
my throat is bruised, my back is scarred, my vagina feels like it's going to fall off.. you're like godzilla. you destroy everything.
I watched one of the videos of you hanging from the rafters, and it is both violent and sexual in nature.
I wanna print it out and hang it on the fridge like parents do with good report cards.
oh the joys of a picture of a negative pregnancy test
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