so that wasnt chicken after all
like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i woke up with someone drivers licenses in my wallet this am...he said i don't have a business card so just take my drivers license
I mean come on, he's the best quarterback in the state and doesn't even know how to put on condom
dont get mad but guess who just got banned for life from dodger stadium
You were humming mission impossible as we ran from the cops
When she talks to me all I hear are 5 generations of inbreeding speaking.
Nope, just sitting on the couch, eating an advent calendar, being depressed about the herps.
He's 11. You dont draw dicks on 11 year olds, i dont care if he ate your lasagna
this is not the time for floating mt dew and shots of tequila.
It was really weird walking into a CVS and not going straight to the pharmacy for plan B.
Saw someone get laid in the bathroom no one was wearing shoes and I had a parrot on my shoulder...I never want to leave this bar
All i know is we had 4 people on a tandum bike, and told the cops we couldnt stop because our momentum was so good.
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.
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