This row in front of you is like duck, duck, goose - but eating disorder, eating disorder, failed eating disorder
i have yet to find a random guy that would make me want to do any position besides missionary, these are what normal people call "applying standards"
I have no idea what her name is. I only remember putting my dick between her ass cheeks.
my self respect just called, its having a good time without me
I have blocked the memory from my mind. He is just a fuzzy cloud floating with my other bad decisions..
I mean besides the fact someone got stabbed, I still had a pretty good night.
he found cum stains on my sheets and all i could blurt out was "better on the sheets than in me"
It's like being the highest you've ever been, then doing about 20 shots, and chasing them with lines of coke. All while laying on the surface of the sun.
I'm out of mixers so I am using sugar water. Times are tough.
hey your mom heard me say to her " That right your not going to Shit right for a month"
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
my mom called me mid shot and i accidentally answered and kept calling her my own name. somehow i thought that would help the situation.
Hey you're my best friend, I'm sorry I picked my vagina over my heart last night.
He came back with a Butterfinger and vibrator batteries. There's no refusing him now.
I looked like a tiger in heat. He didn't know if I wanted to fuck him or eat him.
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