What kind of poor, pathetic town do we live in where a horny teenage girl is sitting in her basement on a saturday night, unlaid?
why do they call them blowjobs? ....unless i'm doing it wrong?
no memory loss, but i'm unhappy with my memories
And I know a few people wouldnt want to even be around high people. Which is sad. But jet packs are cool.
I apologize for getting really drunk, taking off my shirt, bitching someone out, crying, and breaking something at your party next weekend...
DO NOT GO IN OUR BATHROOM. it cannot be unseen
Apparently you missed the drunkest me ever documented. I slept on the hardwood floor and left my pants on the porch to give u a frame of reference.
i was in burrito mode and too drunk to move. no fucks were given. none.
You can fuck me but I'm keeping my parka on.
No more going to class sober.. Tried it for a day or two, its just not for me
I knew things were bad when my gyno recommended meditation.
Why aren't you two playing Dora the explorer with each other's genitals yet?
He is such a generous lover, I can look past the fact his name is fucking Bob.
He gives me the same feeling I get when someone puts a margarita or German chocolate cake in front of me
It's official, I'm not staying in tonight
What caused that decision?
You only live once
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