I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
i was like. eff you dude i'm 100% american. i went to a high school prom and i like springstein songs and i take rides in chevrolets.
I have a dream, to one day wake up next to a girl, walk to the washroom and kick her kids toys out of the way. That day has come, yes we can.
They wont let us in. Theyve some sort of no Daft Punk costume rule
Hannah Montana > iCarly
I'm disregarding that text and your testicles entirely
he also begged me to fake an orgasm when he couldn't get me to come.
Just did my hair and make up at mcdonalds so we're in the same boat.
But I was triple fisting doubles, that's bound to be a good time. Might have a broken collarbone though.
I have a pocket in my purse that is just for condoms and cocktail swords. I feel like that speaks volumes about me as a person
Driving by his house every hour is not stalking, it's a reconnaissance mission... How else can I confront him
They are taking turns pissing on the fire. This is my life.
He wanted me to blow him while he did curls and looked at himself in the mirror. Not sure if gay or ego maniac.
drunk brunch me or lose me forever
this is a PSA to never have sex in a bed from ikea
We can have bacon on the roof while tanning
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