Where are you?
In a non slutty way
I wish they made portable blow up dolls for girls.
It's called a dildo, genius. Go to sleep.
We owe the rent and you're unemployed...you're in no financial position to flirt with cocaine addiction.
Drawing dicks in the frost on people's windshields is a rare joy I allow myself while walking to my 8 AM class.
They are pre-gaming a trip to congress...not sure how politically correct the group is.
We met on a dual walk of shame. It has to be love, we can't let that go to waste. I want to tell our children that story.
as soon as his mom opened the door to let me in the house she asked if i would like a shot
it's gonna be a great weekend
Well, I just watched him puke into his pitcher at the bar, I doubt he cares about anything other than the fact that he needs a new beer.
we've got reservations. ask for the eat a bag of dicks table
then he grabbed my tit and yelled "FOR NARNIA!!" then dove into my vag. i think I will do him again strictly for the entertainment value
He called his dick "The Beast" and said he lived "The Beast Life". He was pretty but it was better if he didn't talk.
My idiot ex texted me on Valentine's day to tell me I was right, he did need a therapist.
In case you were wondering I realized something last night, Rick James was correct. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
He pulled out a Plan B pill and handed it to me as I left like it was a party favor. God Bless America.
So, do I need to remind you to keep it classy tonight?
No, because if you have to be reminded it isn't classy.
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