its not stalking. its research.
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
So the "just a friend" kid confessed his love for me...sometimes I hate how awesome I am.
the guy next to me needed a pen, so I let him take one from my book bag. my panties are now being passed around the class...thank you for telling me you hid them in my bookbag.
you kept yelling at her to "show me your genitals" until the bouncers told us to leave...at which point you showed them YOUR genitals...
please don't ever take me to a strip club again...
he gave me a new purse full of weed and five boxes of samoas for my birthday. best boyfriend ever.
I drunk dialed my ex-boyfriend last night. He was sitting next to my new boyfriend. Shoot me in the face.
Someone want to explain the bottle of ranch I found in my pants
I'd like to request an "its my birthday discount", and for you to bartend shirtless tonight ;)
I went limp when I heard her mom fart from her parents bedroom. It lasted longer than my hard on.
I assume some self respect is too lofty of a gift idea
too bad we didn't bet. my 38-1 tears would have made great lubrication for a blow job.
If I hear you use the phrase "silky soft scrotum" one more time I swear to God you'll regret it
You woke up at like 4 in the morning fell off your bunk bead, yelled at Nic for asking if you were ok, walked to the kitchen, pissed on the keg, and then looked at me and said "Still not worth it" then went back to bed.
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