Boner jamz table deep. plus bar deep. wiing waing.
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
he invited me to an all week drinking party at his house. apparently he knows the key to my heart is booze shaped.
i mean really, i cant compete with a cucumber
I may have been to starbucks and 2 classes with balls still written on my face...
she went apple picking. why dont we do cute things like that? let's go to a pumpkin patch!
because we're not cute. we're sluts. and sluts don't go apple picking.
No our divorce decree will not have a blow job clause. Unless my alimony is greatly increased your bj's have been reduced to fantasy status.....
Dude. That is just waaaay to much random to process after that tequila battle.
When you see a guy in a wheelchair try to be cool and pop a wheelie, and then fall over backward and hit his head, is it funny or sad?
I'm getting kicked out of the place we're at. They don't like ketchup on their walls..
Everyone is out there getting real jobs and I just realized I've been "washing" my clothes with fabric softener for two months.
I just spent 12 consecutive hours in the same outfit and none of it was pajamas. If that's not personal growth, I don't know what is.
When you wanted to give that guy at McDonalds your number you asked the cashier if you could borrow "a pen or just like a straw with his blood on it". He gave you a pen.
Last time I had a one night stand he ended up stalking me for two months.
So you're not picking up this weekend?
This weekend, I am Angela, visiting from Calgary. We'll have to roleplay this.
Put on my pants to go to work and discovered they had melted.
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