I cant video chat with you tonight, my parents are home
r u implying that im some kind of v-chat prostitution whore?
4 maple syrup blunts. Decided to sit on my roof and count the snowflakes that landed on my tongue. 84.
No. Especially when my uncle started stripping. Too many shots. So that's where I get that from.
It'll be just me and my penis against the world.
He said to me this morning that we should finish these beers, go and get plan B then on the way back, go to the pub to celebrate the death of our baby. I love Manchester.
Rather than admit to myself he's hooking up with her right now, I choose to believe that he's not responding because he's masturbating to my picture, distraught over his poor choice, and trying to forget about the one that got away with a heavy dose of meth.
I'm having flashbacks from last night. Did I admit to pausing Whitney's funeral because I was watching porn? I believe I did.
Once he blows his load, he's more of an immediate flight risk than that jetBlue pilot. He's out the door before his cum is out of my vajayjay.
Don't get me wrong, I love talking about lube and such, but why are we?
I need an IV, a new head, and stronger morals.
Mashed potatoes are always the fuckin answer ok.
We made a pact to go to the nursing home together... that way we could stay high till the bitter end. Do you not remember?
The cup holder in my recliner holds a whole bottle of wine. That's definitely a sign.
I have peed in a lot of sinks
my mom is feeding me weed brownies...god help us
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