Last night we were drunk and talking about rude things, I mentioned felching and had to explain it to everyone. Everyone was disgusted and asked how I knew about such filth and I told them you told me. Don't get mad. Also a quck heads up, you might get gifts of straws at work,
I need to stop taking drags of other peoples cigarettes, it's such a tease. Like playing just the tip, you just can't
How's work?
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I wanna thank you for having such slutty friends growing up. Your a great little sister
Lesbians are nicde people they do not take debit cards
His apology was sex and a subway sandwich. Strangely, I'm okay with that.
There's a fried egg and an empty bottle of reddiwhip in the parking lot. Did you have fun last night?
It's a goat... but where the fuck did it come from?
The sad part is I didn't even want to get laid. I just wanted the emotional connection, but my vagina was screaming "TOUCH ME. TOUCH ME RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MY DADDY ISSUES ARE MUCH DEEPER THAN MY EMOTIONAL NEEDS!" Vodka has a way of getting me out of my emotions and gets me fucked every time.
I just smoked a bowl alone and took my Zyrtec here's to a full night.
The impact your presence has on my vagina without even putting your hands on me is quite astonishing, impressive and a little disturbing.
I think the only option is to smoke so much weed I just pass out for 3 days.
And besides a nice relationship, I just really want to get laid damnit
fucking him is like fucking old faithful. you could set your watch by his orgasms.
It's magical, I'm just dancing. It's like prom but by myself and with less clothes.
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