I'm trapped in whichever ring of hell is populated by inbred yokels and type 2 diabetes.
I'm starting therapy this week.. Taylor Swift music isn't cutting it for me anymore
i'm transferring to degrassi. i don't care that it's severely canadian. classes are five minutes long, there's no actual work and you can get oot of class whenever you want to go have a dramatic scene with someone in the hall
I don't think the TSA agent thought getting iced while searching my bag was as funny as I did.
When were having sex he was mumbling some guys name. If he wasn't as hot as he is I'd be concerned.
Apparently it's poor taste to ask for a break up blow job...in McDonald's. Also, that's not the best way to break the news either.
the head trauma was worth the blowjob.
I'm the brains and you're the boobs of this operation.
Hypothetical question. Say I was bleeding profusely, close to your house, and needed a place to go to clean up and perform minor surgery on myself. Like now.
You chugged 6 beers in a row and then outed your boss at a party last night.
A gay guy went down on me in the club bathroom and then fixed my makeup for me
its gonna be a great night
He seduced me by making me nachos. It worked.
Should I be concerned that he called me mom when I got in bed on top of him?
we went outside for a smoke and when we came back in you were ptfo on the floor holding the phone to your ear. Pizza pizza was on the line.
Are you coming over for scrambled eggs and hand jobs?
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