508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
PS, you're not being slutty, you're "making dreams true."
I think Charlie st. Cloud is the saddest thing I can masturbate to.
I think we can all look back on last night and categorize it under, " reason why Cory can't be left at the bar by himself"
After your mom took her 12th and fatal tequila shot she proceeded to fall head first into the bonfire... Guess I don't have to fear getting old after all
And then he told me he was too tired for me to suck his dick. Physically and mentally too tired for me to suck his dick. What the fuck?
And on the subject of embracing my inner whore, I had two different dicks in my mouth yesterday. Friend, it's official. I'm completely outta control.
Woke up today to the sound of church bells. My first thought was shit the apocalypse, but then I remembered my hook up lives next to a church. This might be a rough day.
He kept falling asleep with the pizza in his hand. I woke him up and told him and he was shocked because he thought he ate it all. Then he would end up falling asleep and we'd repeat the whole process again.
HELP A SISTER OUT. AND KEEP YOUR TONGUE OUT OF THE HUMMUS.
TOO HIGH TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT
Chipotle farts are not good for seducing boys.
Do you wanna do something, or just stare at each other and fantasize about death like we usually do
I am rewearing my dress from last night. I only wore it for like two hours before fucking. And I took it off first so no cock contact. This is my new standard of cleanliness.
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
So I decided to sleep with him for the first time in months so I can convince him it's his kid instead of the other guy
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