Just had to have the guy at Sprint clear the dried cum out of the trackball on my Blackberry. Wonder if that happens to him often.
i could totally date him if i was just drunk the whole relationship
his mom called while we were having sex and asked if we could finish in his brothers room because her ceiling fan was about to fall on her bed
there is mayo everywhere what the fuckkkk
Wednesdays are like the thursdays of tuesdays... Drink time
I'll throw in a blow job for your kind ways. Or another booty call. I'm poor and not very imaginative. This is all I have to offer- the unicorn like wonders of my vagina.
well apperantly i passed out on the stairs shouting "victory".
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Trust me. I don't get home before 5am. I know what Immmm doing. BTW bail money is in my closet. PEACE
Her only article of clothing is an American Flag
I think I just wrote a poem about your penis but it was totally unintentional.
And now we should drink to that moment where you realize you didn't exactly think things through.
I fingered myself to realization that I don't need birth control if there is never a guy.
Just took physics exam. I think this is one of those 'chuck it in the fuck-it bucket and become an art major' days
I've spent hours masturbating before. It's actually my favorite Sunday activity
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