So I've come to the conclusion that I would cry if I had an ugly baby.
My history teacher just took his shirt off cuz the classroom was to hot. And then he invited us all to join him.
the pharmacist hit on me as i picked up my herpes medecine. i think we found a winner.
All I learned from that experience was that drinking scotch out of a crunk goblet was bad news.
i was playing the convince him im sober game through texting. i spelled most of the words right. i hope.
First I must say that I am disappointed to learn that you knowingly have trashy friends with whom you've not hooked me up.
She fucked me for a ride to the airport. If this is what the rest of college is like, I'm never graduating.
I'm pretty sure they had a hash wedding cake. I love college weddings.
So I went tanning and I burned my boobs.
They're like sad pomegranates.
I'm sort of afraid for my life tho. If the 4th of July can be the way it was a DMX show is capable of anything
returning from a 6am booty call in 2 feet of snow on a Tuesday is a bold new kind of low for me
I just wanted to check in on you and you replied with a selfie with your Coney Island waiter and the caption "after his shift we're dropping acid together"
Everyone says she blew me in the bathroom, so I believe it, I just don't REMEMBER.
Same encounter she body slammed me to the floor and than humped me
And by "I love him" I mean "I want his tongue down my throat.
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