So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
I'm done. I'm tired and there's a topless pic of me floating around the nation's largest 3G network.
I can't wait to find out the true size of his penis! Please maintain enough sobriety for an accurate report.
New level of high: If I could bathe in my salsa right now I would.
There's never a time that i stay at this apartment that when i wake up in the morning and sit outside to smoke a cigarette that i don't feel ashamed of myself.
His IQ is so high, I swear I started ovulating when he told me the number.
I kind of want to throw a lot of things at him. Mostly blunt, heavy objects.
I think I have to break up with him. I just cried, not moaned, screamed, etc, cried, with tears of sadness and disappointment when I came.
Just had sex in the room next to my parents. Heading back to school ASAP.
Would I be crazy if I drove 1,000 miles for some dick? What mile does it become ridiculous?
I didn't want him to hear me sneaking in. The doggie door was the perfect solution.
You have a husband. I have a bag full of electronics. This, is the single life.
ABOUT TO MAKE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, SEND HELP
Have fun and good luck.
And on the way out from Applebee's he tried to take the basket of toothpicks claiming he was using them as a tax write off. Last time I babysit my dad on thirsty Thursday.
I have a dinner date combo blowjob event with Tristan tonight.
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