My t9 writes chubies instead of bitches.
either way. win, win.
You know, sometimes I seriously doubt your commitment to sparkle motion.
apparently went to arby's at 2:30am banging on the windows for someone to make me a "beefy"
STOP SENDING ME DANCING JESUS FORWARDS.
No we didn't have sex. I got my period on his finger.
well, it ended with me crying outside the strip club saying i don't want to be 21 anymoree. i'd say it was a great 21st birthday.
I dont think punching her boob is the type of reverse psychology that will get her to blow you.
I'm fighting fire with fire. When my parents interrogate me about what I was doing last night, I tell them the truth. Every disgusting, awkward detail. I'm 23 now and they need to get used to it.
He woke me up for a 10am bootycall. he was already drunk when he got here and when we were fucking, bagpipes started playing amazing grace outside of my window!! I love Boston on st. Patties day!!
My mom just looked at me while watching the fireworks and asked if it reminded me of how I felt after sex. I'm so uncomfortable.
show concern. Mark ate a butterfly and proceeded to drink more shots like nothing happened
I mentioned your name at this party and some girl started crying.
Dude, I can't even reach my asshole to wipe it. I have a lot more to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
I can't help you there
I hope. Last year I got lost in New Orleans and some guy named Cookie walked me home while I cried.
I just talked comic books with a cop. We high-fived as he was running my name.
Proud of you.
We discussed the legality of being a vigilante. I won.
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