i'm in the sorta mood where i wanna be that crying, drunk girl who will hook up with anyone that tells her she's pretty
found a dugout with weed in it in dad's car. decided to top up the weed compartment with salvia. for fun.
is this the only place in the world where you can get shot on one side of town, and have to stop for cows crossing the street on the other side?
i actually just woke up with a lampshade on my head. god damn cliches.
He then proceeded to tell me about his enlarged lymph nodes, his"severe" case of blue balls.
He honestly told me my belt was "supercute" when we started hooking up. I would be the girl to find the only straight man in the world that uses the word "supercute".
I had some like war flashbacks of giving someone a handjob and i was trying to figure out who it was.
You never did explain why you were in wal-mart with a wok full of popcorn.
Last time I stayed at my moms my fucking car got set on fire sooo maybe I should think this through.
at least you know where his tattoos end, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
I'm 50% okay with that amount of body contact... plus/minus 7% based on where blood may flow.
Hes done the math! Hes calculated how much sex it's going to take to fuck 365 miles. Now thats a little brother im proud of. New resolutions are a go!
I'm the kind of gay who carries his anxiety medication in case the club scene gets too fierce
Better not shit yourself at the gym.
Man I just realized that my only life problem right now is that I have to convince myself not to fuck a 19-y-o
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