it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
Just figured out why my bed smells like weed: I just found a bowl in my pillow case?
You totally drew a penis wizard on my closet that says "I travel for cock rock"
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
I'll have you know that I'm still picking duct tape residue off my wrist from sunday
I called him daddy. To his face. Somewhat sober. What more could I do?
Man, I wish they all looked like that. Your vagina deserves to have a nice frame around it, and God's signature at the bottom.
We are keeping it ultra classy drinking 40s and playing croquet with 90s rap blasting in the back ground
my math prof is telling us what to do in a gun fight. i dont want to live in oakland anymore.
The boys wrestled in the living room for the last condom while the girls chanted, "THE LAST MELON."
So now I'm lying here in bed taking notes from Teen Mom... I fucked up
I can't even spell what he said he was on. And I had to call 4 people before someone had heard of it.
She can't even plan ahead to have toilet paper for her next shit
If I could go one week without being called a maneater or a spanish trolip that would be great.
So how was it?
The cemetery or the sex?
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