You keep asking me questions like I have this magical thing called a memory
you busted in the room, ripped the covers off of us, ... and fist pumped
i love that you felt the need to clarify that you don't actually have drugs in your vagina.
He sent me a pic and IT CURVED OUT OF THE PICTURE! Curved. Out. Of. The. Picture.
He handled me like a finger puppet on crack... Time to ice the vagina, I'd like to sit down sometime today.
Would it be bad if I bought her bread, meat, cheese, and stuff as her christmas present so she can make me a sandwich?
P.S. It's common courtesy to let the girl your banging know if she's about to walk into the same place your girlfriend is at so she can get her poker face ready
Hahah fuck. I keep looking to make sure that stupid line doesn't show up when my guards are down. Babies can sense fear.
I got blood in my smoothie but it still tastes ok. Fuck glenfiddich.
I feel you. We can get adjoining rooms. It'll be like Disney world, but with drugs and ivs instead of roller coasters and Mickey Mouse.
Which is way cooler
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
I still don't understand if he's using me to write his resume or if we're dating
you made out with another girl for some wings
I am never drinking with the goths again.
he said "GREAT SCOTT" as he was cumming.
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