BEES IN MY FUCKING PANTS. HELP.
i have no idea who im with but someones making meatballs. im going to stay.
Also, I once came to the conclusion after this one boy, that her pleasure condoms are a college boys version of flowers
His penis has a special gift of curing my broken heart
Why is it only times like these when I'm scrubbing the cum stains off my futon before my family gets here that I seriously begin to question my life choices?
Trying to figure out when's a good time to take acid and not tell anyone and see how long it takes people to notice
I defriended her. I just can't support someone whose profile picture is of their water birth.
Question: trumpet bong. Can it work.
His new place is a molesden. Like a hole in the ground. It's frightening how oddly private it is.
It rubs the lotion on it's foreskin...
I just smoked a bowl alone and took my Zyrtec here's to a full night.
He was 6'5 and wearing a kilt, how could I not fuck him
Omg my brain. Most recent thought: I fucking prayed in the bathroom that the other girl would leave. Prayed to Jesus
They think I'm one of them. I'm about to get drunk in a Santa suit and bust down the door singing Christmas carols.
He grabbed a pine cone off the ground and yelled "I love cigars" then tried to smoke it for ten minutes.
His wife found the thong I “forgot” in his glovebox
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