if only i could text you this smell
i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
On the way home from Florida I threw up at the beginning border and ending border of 6 states. You win this year Spring Break.
debating whether or not to save the package from my first plan b pill. it would be a nice addition to any baby book.
I pulled my tongue muscle last night. your welcome.
Depending upon how the Sox game progresses, I'll either cry on the bar or fuck someone tonight...
you're being fucking weird and i don't like it. text me when you're not being the after picture on a poster for rehab
As soon as they started using chocolate milk as a chaser for captain Morgan, I thought l it'd be best to leave.
He's bought his dick a cell phone. A cell phone. For his dick...
He gave me the number and told me that I if I want to hook up again, I have to call his penis.
His girlfriends signaled their approval by pulling me off of him and in turn making out with me. I think I will hang out with this group more often
Our motto for the night: BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT.
That's our motto every night.
Day 10 and still no sign of rescue in my pants.
hell no. i was not wasting my two tears of virginity on him.
gonna guess the empty vodka bottle and open can of tuna in the bathroom drawer are related?
as a side note pls kill me
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