Hey babe, chan wants you to stop texting her about the size of TJ's dick. please.
Whatever. They have the same name, so it's not even cheating. It's brand loyalty.
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
well i was about to unbutton his pants but then i realized they had an elastic waste-band, so no, that didnt happen
the weed was in a baggy that had little penguins on it. i am so excited you have no idea
It smells like someone died in our apartment and ya'll used some random orifice of his body to smoke weed out of. Side note, how did we get a guitar?
This may be hard to believe, but that wasn't the first time I was fingered under a snuggie
It's not
It feels like one of my ribs evaporated.
I can't relate, I like my boobs roaming free like a wild animal, and I occasionally let them devour small children
My throw up tasted like pumpkin, fall is right around the corner.
Best part about losing weight and not fitting into your pants any longer? They come off quick for chipotle emergencies.
Yes. I masterbate to Harry Potter. It's what our generation does.
I feel like you're the sexual bearcat I've always wanted to be.
he told me I was hypnotizing him with my mouth so I guess I do give good head
I got sriracha sauce on my mask while I was eating fast food, now wearing it makes me hungry
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