I no longer want to be the gay that plays in the revolving door at RelationshipDale's like a seven year old with a.d.d.
I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
you need to leave class get on facebook and start untagging IMMEDIATELY
this one can actually spell my name, that's a shoe-in
so i may have indirectly taught my 13 year old campers how to give blowjobs.
You know what my problem is? I'm like a machine designed for the sole intention of removing the pants from damaged girls.
I know more about this girls vagina than I know about her personality
Oddly enough, the sex change dream i had made me miss you more.
He sent me a picture of Reese's peanut butter cups next to his dick. Of course I went over.
then he told me my boobs feel like "if you put mushroom soup in a baggie." I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this.
It's a special kind of bond when your gay brother takes pics of you topless at a frat party.
I'm gonna try and get through this weekend sober, which is gonna be tough especially since I've already started drinking.
What shade of lipstick clearly states, I'm only attending this wedding for the drugs and groomsmen?
No, Ethan, handcuffs and friendship bracelets are not "basically" the same thing.
Quick question: now that you've broken up, should I also delete the nudes your boyfriend sent me while you were together??
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