quit re-tweeting John McCain's tweets
I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
So i got in my car, the seats are leaned back, and soft soul music is playing. Wtf happened last night.
all we did was drink wine and talk about how people who dont have facebook dont exist.
she keeps The Day After Pill in her bra... there is a God.
She kept looking at me and saying "you are the scary high".
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
I'm in this weird masturbatory haze making onion rings. If you want to come over we can eat these suckers and play TF2.
Why don't we hang out more often?
I can't wait till we are old and wrinkly and I can turn to you and ask, "Remember when you Rick Jamesed the shit out of that couch??"
My taste buds are fucked up, everything tastes like fire after last night.
feelin groggy baby? need a coffee? vitamins? a nice good fuck on the piano?
but, alas, I am not the lady in the streets. I'm simply the freak in the sheets.
I want to bone him until his eyes fall out
Never start off a conversation with "speaking of STD's..."
I'll never lecture you, go get that dick baby girl make momma proud,I didn't raise no quitter
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