My room should be renamed "Land of the Misfit Condoms."
we talked for like an hour, i feel like we really bonded. i mean i was simultaneously giving him head but you get the point.
I'm doing this for my boobs. They miss him.
He turned me down because he was still doing his taxes.
Of course I'm not above using aladdin and pot to get laid, this is america
so the photographer said "let's get a picture of the cousins" so we posed together, and then he said " lets get a picture of the couples" So we posed together.
I'm drunk, we're losing, and I'm in the visitors stands. This is about to get ugly.
I was drunk for 3 days straight...well wasted for 3 days with periods of "just drunk" inbetween
Walk of shame: Easter Edition. He is risen.
Model at car show < day drinking with your favorite sister. Get your head in the fucking game Christopher.
I panicked i brought burritos. Funeral burritos
I feel badly that he has cancer, but this does not mean I am obligated to have sex with him. Again.
I need to wash the frat house off of me
he rolled over in the morning and told me happy valentines day. i don't even know his first name.
I should have robbed the cradle years ago. Turns out 21 year old boys can cum and still fuck me silly a minute later. My vagina feels like it just won a car from Oprah!
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