So we were sitting in his back seat and he asked me if I practiced giving head. I mean really, who asks that?
I wrote a list of all my homework due in the next few weeks. I feel I've done enough for tonight.
im not an educated person. i just do things. and it works out in my favor
just lying in bed drinking beer with a straw waiting for motivation. why?
He scratched off my spray tan. Literal nail marks down my back. Can't imagine what's underneath his fingernails.
what kind of roommate is she really? she wouldn't even hold my hair back.
Drinking ketchup directly out of the bottle does not make it tomato juice.
it wasn't until he got that douchey haircut that i started regretting sleeping with him
All I know is I was dancing to Shakira in his alley and I think rubbing my junk on his car door.
He's getting off drug court. We're doing a super-blunt with 50 dollars worth stuffed inside. He almost cried tears of joy when we told him.
I remember because you made a pirate noise when you came.
You kept whispering to me that the guy making your burrito was an angel.
To get him to come she paid for his uber and promised that someone in the house would give him head. it worked
I guess it's part of life. Sometimes your ex boyfriend becomes a drag queen.
I made out with that lesbian chick for a blunt. NO REGRETS.
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