Twist it, pull it, flick it... Bop it was like the first time I touched myself.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I just wiped my face with a slice of bread. Lowest point of the night.
Last night you were talking while puking saying, "ahh the shoes and the purse, I'm gonna have to wash those"
The guy in 209 is masturbating with the door cracked again
do not get into a discussion with my roommate when im sitting there naked ever again.
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
I'm going to make out with someone. I'm on a mission. I don't even care if I'm wearing beer goggles. As long as he's not shorter than me, gay, or a woman.
She needs more friends. Or a second therapist.
A big dick and how quickly they respond to snapchat is all I look for in a guy
In case you're wondering what eggs stolen from an elementary school's chicken coop taste like, delicious. Delicious is what they taste like.
So i came so hard i almost passed out, where has this vibrator been all my life?
The usual, icing my vag with a chimichanga.
He fucked me so hard my hair extensions fell out
Ccatlin cimbing thru th sunroof plz come
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