But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
I was so high last night. I wrote a poem about my salt shaker
I think misery doesn't even think of me as company anymore. I'm an unofficial roommate.
My night sucks. It's really hard to masturbate with a broken finger.
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ATTN: We are officially 15 weeks from our annual "Get-Mega-Stoned-and-BBQ" event. Start saving up the proper supplies. That is all.
nana can keg stand better than me. should i be proud?
She just sent me a message. It's a poem, about eternal love, that she wrote, about us. Just because I took her home two nights - doesn't mean it's eternal love.
she is like a cock bee. instead of going from flower to flower she goes from cock to cock
I currently look like a drunken mermaid, god I love beach parties.
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Hydrocodon makes you feel like a fairy made out of pudding
I'm worried about how taking care of my mom's dog while being on acid will go.
going on fb and having 11 notifications all from you is absolutely horrifying
Honestly the prospect of dick really lifts a girl's spirits
I can't wait to see you again. It will be like when we first started dating- but with less clothes.
You tried to chase every shot with a blueberry.