your room smells of hookers.
And success
I don't know how to say this, but I think you're a fucking bitch and the sooner you die I'll be happier.
Sorry- wrong number! :)
Princesses don't give blow jobs
He left with a pair of dress shoes, some goggles, and a shot glass. I think we should follow him.
yea im pretty sure it has something do with my love of forearms...
just walked into the study room and found an empty bottle of vodka and a passed out freshman. Did you have anything to do with this?
We could make it cute. Like "oh those two cute lesbians who are about five foot two who sell the cocaine down the street. You know the ones? With the Yorkies?"
So I was thinking for Halloween I'd do Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde....for my vagina.
My team for a project is gonna have weekly meetings at a bar. yessss. they will do all the work while i thor hammer down beers.
There's cereal in my underwear. Was I in your apartment at any time last night? That's the only logical explanation for this.
"What's your dick like homie" is not really an acceptable thing to say out loud
I lost my pants last night, she told me I walked into their room after leaving 5 minutes before wearing my thong.....and no pants. I have absolutely no idea where I left them.
So is it weird that I am super excited for my new captain america clit ring... Or is my crotch getting too patriotic
You're like the Miss Manners of anonymous gay sex.
He said he loved me more than Kel loves orange soda
the result of growing up in the '90's
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