all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
he fingered my asshole thinking it was my vag...I couldn't bring myself to tell him, mostly from shame for me and pity for him
the fire alarm went off. we werent sure whether to leave or turn the music up louder
You're fine
I'm hiding in my chest because my walls smell weird. I'm not fine.
Would you get mad if I held a "how many dick pics can you get in one night" competition with my friend?
Bailey. He has a soul patch. Idgaf if he was an NFL player. Nobody with a soul patch is attractive.
i've written a new chapter in the saga of unexpected dongs
did you just say you're too stoned to fool around? okay we're over.
He kept saying I needed to go to the hospital and it just made me want to call him a pussy so I went to bed
You are the ghost of drunk bitches past, present, and future.
There's no sexy way to moan the name Ernest. Or Ernie. This relationship is fucked
Can't find my wig, my underwear, or my dignity. Halloween 2016
Hold on I'll be right there, I can't find my arm.
If they start to date again I refuse to help her sext him. Helping my mom sext my dad is where I draw the line.
You know you're more responsible when you turn down your bed and make a clear path to it before you go out..
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