Don't use my boy Weezy to support your whoreish tendencies.
This house was built for laser tag.
it's like, God thought about making her pretty then changed his mind at the last second
omfg. get on facebook. the science olympiad team had a rave.
Last night in my drunkenness I bought hurricane supplies which included a jug of wine and a bouquet of flowers. Apparently I'm going to woo Irene.
The barista asked if I wanted my drink wet or dry, but all that came to mind was farts. You have ruined me.
Look at my fb. It says single. That's the gospel.
I feel my soul being ripped out of my eye sockets
I should not be so motivated by a penis, but I am
Can't decide if this guy is hot or if I'm just bored.
Sex is clearly the solution either way.
If a treadmill opens up I'll run next to him and then fall off so he has to give me mouth to mouth
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
You can't die you're my only democrat family member
I like to send nudes ok? If that's my biggest flaw I think I'm ok
not only did I call my ex crying but drunk me also deleted the phone log so I had no warning when I saw him in class
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