i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
my sisters under your porch take her home
After the sixth shot I started to slur my pauses.
I am spending my work day planning my weekend drinking schedule
that's almost as bad as that time i almost ashed in a baby carriage
stripped for him at 3am on my childhood playground and used the swing set as a pole.
His car is carseat is compatible. I checked while we were banging in the back seat...
Although, to be fair, I am both willing and going to lick marshmallow fluff off of your dick.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
Apparently all year they've been using me as a standard of drunkenness
She showed me her tits and my first thought was "I want these to feed my future children." I'm scared.
Nothing says "lifelong friendship" like FaceTiming in a sex shop.
Hurry I'm alone dressed like a prostitute eating French fries.
You were filing your nipples with a nail file to "make them sharper"
I will not go because I am a man of my word and of my penis.
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