maybe we dont have boyfriends because we dont have tans
Quick, to the slutcave!
we're all still whores. we just have a theme song now.
sorry for the blank pocket text. My penis obviously has nothing to say to you.
Her boyfriend was wrestling another girl. But, she said she was okay with it because she kept checking for boners--w the back of her hand like she was checking for a fever
I had to explain the gravity bong to my mom. Right after she pointed out I have a lot of dicks on my floor at any given moment.
I don't know where he learned to eat pussy but I thought I was going blind
I am significantly less than sober now. Gonna make like, ten hotdogs.
My bra is still on the porch...I'm leaving it as a reminder to get my shit together.
our friendships a beautiful delicate flower...that has been crushed by peni
I believe in using alcohol to heal from the inside. Not as a topical solution.
also, am i correct in guessing that advertising the size of my hypothetical penis is a turnoff to him?
The main motivators in my life are my sex drive and spite
You took nana to a bar?!
she suggested it
I'm stuck on a cliff. I'm not sure how I got here or how to get down. Please send help. And clothes.
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