I think I died a long time ago.
DAMN! I hate it when i drunkenly erase all my "sent message" and wake up in the morning and my inbox is full of "WTF?" and "Huh?" messages.
Thong +tight pants =hungry butt. Not a good look on big women! Walmart sucks.
Funny thing- my attraction to each one is inversely proportional to his level of availability.
I may have discovered that porn hub is on my top visited sites during class this morning.
I couldn't remember if it was hamsters or Iraq that you hated. I'm so sorry.
There are babies in the room i shouldnt be high with babies in the room.
It's my fault there's ramen coiled around his penis.
Well, it was good.. One step forward for my vaj.. One giant leap backwards for my integrity.
Fucken Tweens. They smelled like cotton candy and hand jobs my nostrils were offended.
It might've been him telling me last night that he "doesn't even need beer goggles to fuck me." When I thought that was sweet, I realized something needed to change.
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
There is a time and place for BDSM, in-between disney sing-alongs is not one of them.
All I remember is that I was trying to call my wolf pack by howling.
Its pretty bad when you can tell twins apart by the size of their penises...
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