i'm lost and i look like a hooker
THE PICTURE OF PEPPERMINT MOCHA MADE ME WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF
I'm pretty sure this is how polyamorous relationships begin.
Basically as long as the fan is pointed at my vagina i can cool off enough to sleep.
She looked at me and said "i like penises." and then passed out with her condom balloon animal in her hands.
My clothes are covered in blood and I feel like I drank a gallon of elephant cum...it's safe to say I'm hungover
Steve called. He needs me to pick him up. He also asked for a set of his clothes, he can't find them. He is such a strong motivation to stay sober.
He wants me to have his first child. So that makes four gay men that've called dibs on my eggs.
All I know is I drank too much, danced too little.. yet somehow woke up on the floor in the arms of some cowboy.
Like if it it's practical for your sexual health I'm allergic to it AKA REGULAR CONDOMS
After you puked in the bathtub you claimed you were never eating quesadillas again and you never even ate a quesadilla
I was trying to drink every time they said planned parenthood but my body isn't cut out for this.
If I don't answer right away it's because I took an Adderall and the fridge needs cleaned.
she's always on high-alert for lesbians
All I remember is me taking my automatic nerf gun getting on top of him and saying..."look whos in control now!"
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