There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
im getting my college education on yahoo answers.
like why cant he just admit that he still wants to fuck me even though im underage
just turned my empty handle of passion fruit smirnoff into a fish bowl. I love college.
he fucked my hip out of place.
the only thing coherent you said from what i saw of you is when you were throwing up, i asked if you were done and you just "uh huh you know what it is"
There is only one good excuse for how sore I am right now. And that is incredibly acrobatic sex. Unfortunately for me that is not my excuse.
Boobs are also good for catching the vodka gummy bears that miss my mouth
my cat just photo bombed my nudie.. does this qualify me as a cat lady?
It's cosmic balancing. My vagina is an instrument of karmic retribution.
he just cleaned his wound with pinnacle whipped
Playing Cards Against Humanity with my relatives at Christmas while I'm stoned was a bad idea...
Also, I found this app that is basically a tamagochi from the 90's and now I finally have something to keep me busy at work!
Also this morning I remembered seeing the stripper he threw up on later in the night. She was clothed though.
I'd give my right arm to start my period. My right arm. Thats more significant then my left.
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