maybe if you didn't yell 'buh duh duh da duh da dats all folks' when you came she wouldn't have left last night
we watched a tutorial on how to do guidette makeup
Maybe just the first 2 wks of Nov can be dick detox.
I'm never drinking again. I saw way more penises than I ever cared to see last night. And I've decided that I'm going to live in Scotland.
I need an explanation for both of these epiphanies.
Came back with a random sweatshirt, an American flag, and a for sale sign. Mission success?
He sent me a picture of his dick saying "your throne my lady" for my birthday. He knows the way to my heart.
Getting your clit pierced is not something you want to trust to a crazy girl with an ice cube, some vodka, and a sewing needle. Trust me. I learned that the hard way.
My vagina needs her own mother sometimes.
I just sneaky put a tampon in on the bus ninja-style.
......how on earth do you do that?
NINJAAAA
Now we're discussing the sex we had and the later lack thereof. It's like marriage counseling via snapchat.
I mean honestly, what would you have done?
Not screw her in the church house?
Blame the bisexuality and move on?
Who wants to play the "pick up your shit from our floor because you're not paying rent or dating either of us" game?
You kept sayin "its alright, I'm pre-med" to everything we said. EVERYTHING.
Don't send me pics of cunning dicks while I'm eating potato chips
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