Fuck appropriateness.
My vagina makes bad decisions like its her job
So, does it mean i'm loose if he can't even tell when he fell out?
We talked about all of the sex positions that would better allow him to feed me grapes. I think I'm in love.
bleeding from the face, sitting in a shopping cart and holding a wad of ripped caution tape. what else would i be doing?
my sober ride is dancing w/ a fat girl. i might be awhile
What has two arms, one testicle and no credit card debt? This guy.
It's amazing how not interested in talking to him I am since I've decided that he probably has chlamydia.
I whipped my shit out and she just stared at it with a mean face. It was like a face off in a heavyweight boxing fight.
Dude this weed smells so good they should make it into a Vicks vapor rub scent and I would rub it all over myself.
Nothing. Its like my body doesn't know how to function on a Saturday when its not hungover and/or still drunk.
Those boxers don't belong to me anymore. They belong to the desert surrounding Phoenix.
I thought he was hot. You know, in a “I’ve gone batshit insane and want blood for the blood god” sort of way.
While finding our clothes afterwards he says..."So do we like have to talk after this?"
The hangover struggle is to real, just passed the drive thru window. Twice.
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