and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
Why didn't you tell me that Dad was a registered sex offender?
We were going to tell you eventually, how'd you find out?
Our school resource officer showed us how to use Family Watchdog and pulled up his picture.
There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
imagine if the morning after your status automatically updated with the name of the person you hooked up with
My parole officer gave me condoms and a Starbucks gift card ... happy holidays.
Two questions: what are you doing RIGHT NOW? and do you know how to drive a golf cart?
He picked me up went to throw me on his bed. I landed on the wood frame. That's how I broke my rib. We still fucked. Thanks tequila. Best injury ever
All you need to know is that isn't jizz
I enjoy it and I rock at it. I wish there were a respectable way to make giving blow jobs a career.
He just snapchatted me a picture of his cock. The angle makes it look like a freakin skyscraper. Thinking of photoshopping a little monkey on it.
She can be as judgemental as she wants. But she thinks the female orgasm is a myth so who is really winning here...
The last thing I remember is trying to chug the rest of the everclear, running through a fence, and laying down in the snow. I hurt.
There are 6 of us in a mini cooper and his maid is in the trunk...she needed a ride.
there is puke in my bra ... again
And here I am, playing fetch with my cat at two in the morning.
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