Dub. In the bra. Dub in the bra.
Just looking for some anal play. An attempting to read atonement. The highbrow/lowbrow divide is striking.
sitting on the counter. eating honey. crying, because coldplay sounds beautiful on the radio. highhhhh as the sky
And there I was, sitting Indian style on the kitchen floor, my fingers covered in peanut butter.
Yeaaah. I'm kinda wary about that guy. Does he still have that taser that he found on the train?
I'm going to get like 25 drinks at their wedding and just leave them sitting around or give them to hobos.
We went to IKEA super baked wearing fake mustaches. You?
whoa! who said he's my boyfriend?
Oops. Sorry. That guy you keep accidentally running into in public. And at home. And with your vagina.
Time is so short and I miss you. (I just watched that commercial where the people all laugh and get older and die.)
He was my first. He knew. He knew right there I was wrapped around his penis.
I feel like my vagina was punched by chuck Norris, a Brazilian chuck Norris.
Easter was a success. We had an egg hunt and hid weed and conforms inside them. Cooked a ham, made some jello, got wasted. THIS is adulthood?!
All I want for Christmas is my co-worker's speakerphone to be thrown against a brick wall, and the remains burned in a backyard fire while I roast a hot dog over it. Is that so much to ask?
You were trust falling into bushes
I'm glad you got documented proof of my stupidity with a head full of nitrous
Hahaha and I'm glad you are doing whip its at a childrens basketball game
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