I don't think he has that. His apartment was pretty much a tv and a bed. Topless girl calendar and a glass of water to put out cigarettes.
A squiggle pen was my first vibrator back when I was young. I would lock myself in my bedroom with that thing. Oh to be 8 again.
Try denying you're gay when "I'm Not A Girl, But Not Yet A Woman" comes on Shuffle.
He just "revenge puked" on her kid. I think we'll be leaving soon.
Snuck into a camper in someone's yard. Hotboxing. Can't wait until they go in it.
I keep calling his kid the wring name. This is not helping my cause. And by cause mean his dick
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
Hey, I'm renting a storage locker for the summer to keep all my bondage shit in so my parents don't see it. You wanna split on it for your all your weed shit?
Him naked in my bed with a bottle of vodka in one hand, a pipe in the other, and a rose in his mouth.
I left at 4:30 in the morning and I told him it was because I had to take my contacts out
Where is everybody?
It's pretty much split between the strip club and jail.
And you know what the worst part is? Because of him I can now relate to a goddamn Taylor Swift song. FUCK. MY. LIFE.
And now, by the power vested in me by the state of intoxication, I now pronounce you fucking awesome.
This lady is talking to me and all I can think about is getting face fucked and doing cocaine. Not neccesarily together and not neccesarily in that order
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