Vomit. Vomit. Whatever. You wear a tiara in public.
trying to fathom saturday night and the fact that Rainn Wilson now hates me. my brain hurts.
awoke with 47 plastic lawn flamingos in my bed and on surrounding floor. explanation?
you said they were your minions of evil that protected you from ferrets.
Nick had a break down & said to me "Everybody's mad at me, I'm the douchebag, Im the fucking douchebag that everyone hates, Do you wanna come home with this douchebag?!"
You're going home with him aren't you?
I'll see ya in the morning when I leave his house
my being single is dangerous.
He gave me an orgasm with his left hand...and he's right handed. Of course he's a keeper.
cheating on your boyfriend is the best diet ever, I've barely eaten in days. The guilt is killing me
he needs to stop knowing everyone on campus...it's making cheating on him really difficult.
Out of all the people in the house to show their tits at mcdonalds to try and get free food, they picked those two?
The strip clubs here are like a safari of penis, and I'm gonna bag me a rhino.
It's all fun and games until some random starts jerking it on the deck.
Do to my newly discovered condition I'm having to resort to emergency beat sessions to avoid the temptation to text girls I know are easy slams.
Whatever. That's why I am to be babied like a calf. I regret nothing.
I bet yours is gonna be filled with secret innuendo.
secret innuendo and cervical punches to the world.
I traded him cumming in my face for a year for a Disney annual pass. One giant leap back for feminism, one small step for the adult child Disney fan.
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