No, you can still breathe under the balls.
she's just sitting in a corner ripping all of the filters off her menthols
I didn't know people actually cried after sex.
I can feel myself smiling like 10 minutes after I stop smiling, and that's just like... so awesome.
Note to self: the judgement that occurs when unrolling your last 5 which was used to snort drugs the night before, to pay for alcohol before noon on a Monday is worth just sucking it up and taking an overdraft fee.
Wait a min, you had drugs last night?!
N.C. cops just used a megaphone to tell me I have a slutty outfit. My life is complete.
Matt you can be anything you want to be. Including the awesome guy that brings pizza to a bunch of stoned and sorta drunk kids.
As much as I enjoyed playing drunk half naked twister and talking about my daddy issues last time, I'll have to pass.
I just connected with one of your drug dealers on LinkedIn.
We just broke my bed mid-sex, laughed, then continued. If that isn't true love I don't know what is.
Like I owe him sex. Hell fucking no. I owe myself sex. With a celebrity. Or a clean pornstar. Who knows.
I wonder what dick looks like without astigmatism?
I'm torn between wanting to wear lipstick and wanting to make out with strangers.
That's the 2nd med student that has had his tongue in my butthole, what gives.
I kept telling you not to give them blowjobs, but you kept screaming back, "it's okay, we're friends on facebook!"
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