i feel like im doing the pre-walk of shame..like every car that drives by is like, ooooo look at that girl, in that itty bitty dress, yep shes about to get her skank on tonight...
Sorry about all the noise last night. We were trying to break bottles by kicking soccer balls at them. If it's any consolation, there's shattered glass and blood all over my kitchen.
She set an alarm on my phone for her birthday. Place: Her bed.
We're sitting in his room writing songs about America. There's a verse about a dead dog. There's tequila everywhere.
Walked into my campus store carrying a pitcher of sangria. No fucks given. Also this recipe is banging.
A gentleman never tells..... therefore i will neither confirm nor deny the attatched photos
He is into some weird shit i walked in his room last night he was waving his hard dick around hitting shit yellin cock fight
it's always good to have a friend that's a hairdresser, a massage therapist, maybe throw in a lawyer just in case, and always have a friend on food stamps
I miss the days where our biggest worries were who was gonna win battle shits.
I'm so cold without your freakishly high body temperature
that's the equivalent to a normal girlfriends. 'I miss you' btw
Literally I can feel my heart beat in my vagina because of how sore I am
It's almost like he's actually taking my commentary and criticism to heart, but simultaneously succumbing to some primal urge to wear less clothing each time.
You burped in your shoe and whispered 'you're mine now'
what the fuck happened to the tacos
help. his tongue is stuck. Its not what you think. Hurry.
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