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UPDATE: In a passionate fit of self love, I brought myself to orgasm under the moon on my 7th floor balcony, ejaculating between the rungs towards the ground.
Unfortunately, I did not realize that most of it would end up on the balcony below mine.
At least you don't cum in color.
The cops found weed in michael jacksons house today...it makes up for the child molesting, I like him more now.
Most the numbers in my phone are mistakes. It's a virtual graveyard of people I should never pick up for.
Fire inspection over. Blunts are OK
i am literally watching eva make a trashbag diaper for you to sleep in tonight. whole new level of low for you.
come to Starbucks. I'm the fat girl eating a whole pizza sitting on the ground
It's so hard to find a shirt to wear out that is easily taken off, cut off my paramedics, but says "I'm a grown, respected woman"
He Facebook stalked his way right into my pants.
Also, I imagined that his bacne was bubblewrap and that made it much more tolerable
I'm not sure that our 12-years-ago-high-school-"relationship," and 179 texts in the last 4 hours is gonna be enough to squeeze a naked smartphone picture of me. I'm gonna need some chicken wings or Makers Mark before that starts happening.
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
She pushed me over. She offered me a shot from her tits. We're good now
Big girls don't cry they get day drunk
And as cleavage season comes to a close, so blooms a new season of yoga pants. And the people rejoiced.
It's a "nonproductive" (vocab word) cough. It's like a constant tickle in my throat, like there's a little elf with feathers for feet going Gangnam style on my "uvula" (vocab word).
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