idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
I am about to get in a knife fight over a corn dog.
I walked into his living room and saw him watching the play-offs while eating tomato paste out of the can with a bottle of wine. I'm telling you to stop talking to him. now.
2 classes, 3 finals, and $30 worth of adderall until this semester is over.
It's a special occasion. Hence the 151.
We are casual work acquaintances that occasionally fuck when the urge strikes. CWATOFWTUS. I know FWB rolls off the tongue better but it is what it is.
The only way I can describe the noise he makes when he has an orgasm: dying walrus.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
Sure go ahead and start this 'business' with him...just don't come crying to me when you have to fake your own death in two years
On your day off do you wanna get wine drunk and take a few episodes of Jerry Springer way too seriously with me?
Accidentally searched up "pizza pasties" instead of "pizza pastries". I was not disappointed.
It's like the cookie assaulted me with being high.
Bro. I traded my coat. I have a Raiders coat now.
meow
use your words like a big girl
i ran over your cat.
Dude did you see that video of yourself crying while bathing in vodka on YouTube?
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