Yo dont text me then not text me
so basically i'm the" little sister", he's the "big brother" and we just fucked
I'm not saying I want a booty call. I just want what Cory and Topanga had.
i am making flyers for the homeless letting them know about free chipolte day
the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
I know. he thinks we're 'meant to be'. No we're fucking not. God wouldn't give my soulmate a pencil dick.
I had 800 mg of ibuprofen 2 b vitamins and I'm pounding water like I'm trying to win a hazing
Day drinking straight vodka out of a Mountain Dew can being towed behind a kayak on a raft. And no, there is no time difference, it really is 10 am.
I wonder how your parents would feel if the scarf they gave me for Christmas is mainly being used for a blindfold during sex...
Drinking and pointing where stuff needs to go is hard stuff.
Also the girl beside me smells like she's been in a deep fryer.
He had to put his grandma's photo away before I tied him to the bed. She doesn't need to see any of that.
I will consider it. I need to determine if ogling him is worth almost certain death via zipline.
I possibly am a tad bit not really but maybe slightly intoxicated.
I hate when he takes the condom off to cum all over me. It defeats the purpose.
It’s like having a barf bag and choosing to puke in your own lap.
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