when your hometown is famous for abortion clinic bombings, hurricanes, and jude law's newest bastard, its probably time to move.
Dude you spent the last hour of the night in the bathroom crying, asking someone why you will never be as smart as Mr.Feeney from boy meets world.
he fucked my hip out of place.
he doesn't drink and he's an emt - he'll be our dd for nye in exchange for a threesome tomorrow afternoon.
You broke a cabinet. You were climbing up it and it collapsed on you. Lines were crossed.
You're about to fuck a guy with a sweatshirt tied around his waist like a mensurating 13 year old. Get your priorities straight, you're graduating tomorrow.
They fucked on my pong table last St. Patty's and broke it. I feel like I should be hiding my new one. Would hate for a tradition to form.
I'm going to try to ignore the homoerotic subtext in that last question...
It turns out my English teacher used to pose for Playboy. She's an inspiration.
someday i'll meet a woman who will love me for my marvelous breasts and ignore my many character faults.
I just got called the stable friend. This makes me super uncomfortable
PS- My flight is being emergency landed bc someone smuggled cats on the plane.
Speaking of which.. there's underwear in my backseat and Arby's cheese sauce on my door handle. So much for my new Volvo bringing out my classy side.
He chose me to be his birthday sex..theres a lot of pressure riding on this bang
how did i manage to wake up with my bra on backwards?
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