Dub. In the bra. Dub in the bra.
I'm not crazy, I only keep calling you cause you won't pick up.
once we finished he held up the condom and asked if i wanted to keep it as a souvenir.
oh and he was serious.
the only reason I knew his name is because half way through I looked up and it was tatooed on his chest.
are any of them hardcore sluts...just absolute worthless human beings? if not the paper wins
Just assessed the damage in the bath. Two love bites. One bruise on the inner thigh. Strange awareness of what i'm assuming is my cervix. I've definitely missed you. x
He took shrooms and didn't want anyone to touch him. He kept saying he was a chip and he didn't want to break.
Hello. You don't know me, but word on the street is that we are now eskimo sisters. I feel like we should go out for coffee and compare experiences.
I walk in and my mom has a Christian workout program playing. It's like, gospel music with an "electronic" beat to go with it. And then they try to save your soul at the end. I hate being home.
And thanks to you I'm pretty sure I'm banned from every qdoba in south carolina. And cab company
Also I just took Ritalin with coffee so if anyone wants to know what numbers sound like, I got you
Hey Cat, it's Michael. You made out with me for a hot dog last night and I feel super used.
NO HE PUT HIS HAND IN HIS PANTS BEFORE HE TOUCHED THE BONG.
ILLEGAL
I just stood beside an Amish man and bought Cocoa Krispies and tampons.
I feel like I got run over by a steamroller made of cigarettes and booze driven by all of the men I've slept with.
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