I wanna crawl in your skin and have dreams about Bobby Kennedy tonight.
i just realized i have an entire drawer dedicated to the clothes of guys ive shacked with...
i need a wealthy benefactor or a cocktail job. or to start stripping. or kill myself. whatever.
I just caught Brandon licking the fake chocolate on a smores ornament
when a girl feels in her heart, the way she feels in her vagina, anything is possible.
I told her she has a very organized vagina; somehow she took offense.
Drunk. The frashmen love me. Give them. Toilrt paper. And shiots
I stuck a note to his door with my gum explaining why i couldn't spend the night. as i was walking away, he opened the door...i fell down and played dead. deffinitly didn't see me.
i want to be friends with one of those mini shredded wheat men.
Figured out how I got so much alcohol in my hair: tried to drink my drink using my cleavage as a cup holder. Missed my drink hole and got it all in my hair
At this point, I'd date an ax murderer. So long as he doesn't cry all the time, have ED, or leave me with his unspayed cat. My list of requirements is becoming increasingly specific.
with great strapon comes great responsibility.
So I have been told that I licked your eyebrows last night
Can I fire a pigeon out of a t shirt gun?
She squirted. We were both surprised. I'm that good.
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