The mall is playing a fucking country mix of lady marmalade.
welcome to maine.
Ok I can't be your drugdealer AND booty call AND friend. It just doesn't work that way
So where are we on this whole, you write my paper...i do sexual favors situation?
I'll be accepting presents in the forms of drinks, drugs, and orgasms. So any or all of those will be fine.
I can't remember where my feet are. All I can see are colors, and all I can feel is terror. The lollipop was a bad idea.
We got a kitchen table so we would eat together more. So far we've played drunken monopoly and had sex on it.
I started having a bad trip because I closed my eyes and got lost in a forest of patterns and I knew my mom would be upset.
Am I allowed to be in denial about being gay again? Or is that one of those things you can't do?
I have this terrible fear I might accidentally text a pic of my dick to my grandma
I mean, if there was a version of you with a penis, you'd fuck it...right? Like just outta curiosity at least
Yeah well, last time I said I wasn't having a big night I was being strangled in somebody's spare bed
I accepted my type is not "conventionally attractive" when she asked me "Him? Are you sure?" 5 times in front of him last night
I woke up to him crying and pouring pixy stix in my mouth saying they would bring me back to life.
I just told my mormon professor that I was late because I was getting a STD test... good start to the day.
He just told me my boobs made up for all the bad things that had ever happened to him. I'm definately having sex with him again.
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