Also, I once came to the conclusion after this one boy, that her pleasure condoms are a college boys version of flowers
I was just "that girl you seen blowing some dude outside when you drove by"
Well, I want to see you regardless of whether or not you will lick whipped cream off my body.
My adult sexuality and some of the best memories of my childhood collided like a Pee Wee Herman wet dream.
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That's just weird. That doesn't make sense sexually at all. I mean, you might as well tape a pen to the tip and try and write your name while you're at it.
Reached a new low last night. Passed out. With my pants down. On the toilet. At ihop. Waitress had to wake me up.
I was stopped at a light on my way home and a priest threw holy water on my car. Seems fitting after last night.
Did I mention I hooked up with another country star? I think I need some sort of trophy for each time, yah know? Or like a sash and I win a badge or patch for each person. Like a slutty Girl Scout.
There's no winning that game with me. It's either "Can I walk home at the end of the night," or "am I throwing up trying to sleep in the front yard." Rules are irrelevant.
You forgot the part where I played Slip and Slide with my own puke and fucked up my knee.
We got to his house, cuddled while watching game of thrones, then fucked during the repeat airing.
I'm fine with our borderline lesbian behavior.
I'm so high right now that I winked back at a character in this TV show.
Hope you are okay. You were running down the street with shopping cart at one point and yelling "bitches aint shit!"
His hair is as curly as mine. It was like watching me go down on myself.
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