As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
Based on the time of Sean's "I'm on your street" phone call last night, we had sex for an hour and a half. Man, time flies when you're getting boned to an orgasmic death.
I'm going on a new diet. It's called the "eat healthy otherwise boys won't want to have sex with your fat ass" diet. Wish me luck.
HURRY. I NEED DRUNK. MORE DRUNK.
Ran out of plates, so I'm using my sociology notes. Looks like they will finally have a practical use.
YOU DRINK NOW BECAUSE YOU ARE A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN WHO DOESN'T NEED A DRINKING PARTNER
Almost caused a huge accident on the highway because I was distracted by how orange the road barrels were
I can't go to class, I have all this weed to sell
Between having seen you naked and interpreting your values based on the occasional political FB post, you're no stranger for sure.
That's a lot of judgement coming from a man wearing a dress made from a bedsheet.
How many times is too many times to use the word 'fuck' in my thesis?
Dicks are not precious.
Are you in a position where you can bring me some nachos?
It's a novelty for anyone to see a girl like me in a skirt like this milking a cow
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