Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
At what point did we cease to have vaginas?
Sometime in the sweat pants phase freshman year.
ever had your bank call you to verify the 4 seperate bar transactions from the night before? I have
he calls his bong barack obonga, commander in kief. i found where i belong.
I bruise way too easily for the kind of rough sex I want...
Rolling one last joint on my Psych textbook before trading it in. I might actually cry.
I'm sorry. I think I have multiple personalities. Or it was the acid. Either way. I'm sorry.
Is everything ok? Last time I missed your call you were being arrested.
I wish they'd wear their tampons on the outside. At least gimme some warning
What! You have to go to class. Otherwise, you're wasting money that could have been spent on weed. Gotta get that shit in perspective.
I think I'm at a stage of my life where I subconsciously purposefully fuck everything up just to see if I can find a way out of it.
He said I taste like cake. Like funfetti. So I feel like if he doesn't come back for that he's just dumb
I was giving you head in the kitchen, and when I looked up you were eating a quesadilla.
You made noises. And kept meowing. I have a twenty minute phone call to prove it.
He said his parents were apparently coming over to surprise him with breakfast and I’ve never gotten dressed and run out of the door that quickly. I have commitment issues.
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