its not stalking. its research.
i wouldn't be half as slutty if there were better things to do.
i keep seeing random pieces of my outfit all around town.
He got about halfway through singing "Drift Away" before he passed out and broke my coffee table.
So I was thinking for Halloween I'd do Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde....for my vagina.
I remember it because it was right after the sadness and right before the sluttiness. The calm before the storm if you will
I'm pleased to know that your mom refers to me as "the ass piliager" now
exhale infront of a fan. self shotgun.
NO TEQUILA
Why do I always think it's a good idea? Like a challenge? Shit maybe I should CHALLEGE myself to get laid for once instead
We were ushered out of Medieval Times by a squire for making out in the torture chamber. Children were present.
There's tequila in my general area. Please pray for me.
Drunk you needs to learn how to call sober me, so sober me can talk your drunk vagina down.
We were dancing and then he pointed to the club floor and there was money that I dropped everywhere. That was the nicest thing someone has ever done for me.
the teacher told me he was disappointed and when I asked why he just shook his head. remember that kid that caught us having sex behind the school? pretty sure that was his son.
I just balanced a full glass of chocolate milk on my left boob. Don't think i've ever been more proud.
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