Let's make love on the newspapers that declare financial doomsday
i wish i could watch tv and lissten to music at the same time...but still understand both
i think otters can do that
Bret has after-school detention for writing Brianna has a stinky vag on the ground at recess.
My family just suggested tequila shots. I had Vietnam style flashbacks.
Some creeps at the festival started talking to me, so I told them I was going change my tampon. Worked like a charm.
dude i woke up sitting indian style with my face on the ground and my hand in a bucket of ice.
This dude has my number from April last year. Drunk me left sober me a puzzle. No confirmation of pants off business
He's the second guy this morning whose job is jeopardized because of my vagina.
Occasionally I curse my inner 15 year old when I'm fulfilling their dreams as a slut, but I roll with it.
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
AND WHAT FELONIES DID I MISS OUT ON WHILE SLUMBERING!?
I don't need to marry the guy. I just need some filthy, shameful wish fulfillment sex and then live out the rest of my life on the bean farm.
Of course I'm going to see her again. She had waterproof handcuffs in her shower.
The boob job was worth every penny just to see the expression of pure joy on his face the first time he saw them.
i woke up with a shamrock tattoo on my wrist and a fat bruise on my hipbone. please tell me its not real.
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