he just wrote my ten page research paper for tit pics. i love my boobs.
I haven't seen any of my friends sober in months. We have classes together.
All I remember from last night is petting the broom with my feet and feeling like I was standing on a horses head
I just found a weed leaf in my leg hair..
I guess I can give it a shot. I usually just get belligerently drunk and go where my penis and feet lead me. No fights or getting too lost, so they seem to be doing a good job
If our sexual relationship was relative to the Harry Potter series, I would have claimed the Wizard's Cup at least ten times.
I am going to be so excited tomorrow when I find this box of crayons in my purse
He just yells "mush!" as they're having sex.
Sent him a nude and I forgot to crop out the Jesus picture in the background. The Catholic guilt is too real.
We shared a dick. We're practically sisters!
My boobs smell like weed again. This happens way too often.
Okay. So did I kiss you last night? I know that I made out with someone. Or a few someones. But I'm pretty sure that I made out with you. Was that real life?
She fucked my eyebrows.. I've never had that done before.
Wait... Plucked, or Fucked?
Fucked, but I understand your need to clarify
If you think I'm going to drive 5.5 hours just to bang a guy, you'd be absolutely right.
This is the fourth guy that I've broken in to gay sex. How the hell do they find me?
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