love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
Last night i stole a disco ball from a frat house by pretending i was pregnant.
im eating kix cereal and taking shots by myself. please come hang out with me. im desperate
Either way you look at it, I'm a slut. But either way I look at it, I'm having a fucking blast.
i miss our vodka / percocet laundry days.
Plus my stomach has been speaking through my ass all day sending notes saying "fuck you" and "this is from your liver" or "i will kill you."
I wish my brain had a "congrats you just defeated the munchies" notification!
ur mom makes the best bacon
WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE
We have a bucket list tonight. Not done yet. Gotta climb a building
He has what he calls a "Ben Franklin". It's a pubic hairdo based on the man himself; long on the sides and bald in the middle.
He licked my mouth. I felt like I was making out with my dog.
Halfway through the night I was hiding in a trashcan. Then I "sobered" up and ran around the house throwing change because I wanted to make my last moments of 2013 charitable.
I was Jaeger weird. I was rolling on the floor pretending to be an Olympic gymnast and my name was Gina
I got a hand job after work. Remember those? From the 90s...
We banged in his car behind the burrito place. Google Maps keeps asking me to rate my visit. 5/5, would cum again.
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