They have to be talking about me. I never heard that statement until I was born.
so tomorrow. i'm thinking coinstar then adderall?
it felt like I walked into a Tool Academy challenge
You better drive. If I decide to let them talk me into a 3-way, I don't want you to be stranded.
It's gonna be pretty hard to find a homeless person that takes crackers as currency.
You three are like the Bermuda Triangle for morals.
On a side note I think I burnt my eyebrow when we "teter-totered" into the fire
oh, you know. just sitting in my bed high as fuck wearing a windbreaker and watching british tv.
She bit me. She gave me a brief pity cuddle. I gave her an awkward backrub, somehow I thought it would be a good idea to include the vagina in that. It wasn't.
There are eight sets of guys I've made out with who have the same name. It's like noah's ark in my mouth.
These are all good points. But, I think your under estimating what it's like to be held upside down for a standing 69
I'm like still hungover from the quinceanera.
I wish there was a tumbleweed emoji. Because that would describe my vagina.
To the woman who just heard me unscrew my flask in the Denny's women's bathroom at 10am: discretion isn't required but greatly appreciated.
Did you at least share?
Just woke up next to a hungry lesbian and a half eaten croissant on my stomach. Can you come get me?
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