Dub. In the bra. Dub in the bra.
My text messages all automatically add Zs on them cause of your skank ass messages you send me
i went to toss her salad and she had a toilet paper clinger on one of the hairs
I just had the fat girl at the party come tell me I look sad and offer me a beer. I'm out.
I still havent given him the valentines day card i got him. I feel like just writting...."sorry for the horrible blow job i gave u last night." and just giving it to him.
Dignity is for republicans.
until he told me my vag was like a juicy apple and he loved eating it, yes, i really did think we were both sober.
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
I'm really good at handling things like foreskin and speech impediments.
We are there now. They have a giant cock and balls with an eagles face and wings.
One minute you were celebrating, the next you were bleeding all over your Nikes.
We just had an accidental Facebook titty pic scare.
AND ONCE AGAIN, MY VAGINA HAS STRUCK AGAIN. HER PLANS TO TAKE OVER MARYLAND ARE WELL ON THEIR WAY AS SHE CONTINUES TO ENGULF EVERY QUEER IN A 10 MILE RADIUS
REMEBER. We are young, horny, and poor. If someone wants to give us alcohol... TAKE. IT.
Car sex in a public place. Boo ya.
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