I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
he was chasing shots of soco with fistfuls of my birthday cake
i love when people i haven't talked to since we fucked write on my wall.
i felt obligated to tell him happy birthday since we trashed his house and i fucked his friend in his basement
She called me her ex's name in a supermarket. How boring am I that she livens up shopping by thinking of another guy?
update: last drink of the night and im naked in my porch hammock. life is good.
I think a used vibrator from amazon.com is a great valentines day gift foe my ex.
That's the second time in a week someone has called me to talk drunk you into getting up off the floor. This needs to stop.
He is so amazingly handsome. I just wanna fuck every shred of decency out of him.
you'll be horrified to know he's visiting next weekend
You two are a rollercoaster of sex and silence.
An image of us stuck like that like Pompeii comes to mind. A wonder for future anthropologists
I feel so much better about my break up knowing that he's having his 26th birthday at Rollar kingdom\n
I smell like playdoh, sex, and ruined lives. I love the weekend
I wish I was taller so I could give these boobs the publicity they deserve.
It’s a prereq for med school, so I hope the professor likes blow jobs
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