Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
I GPSed you we're an hour and 14min away from each other
and it's going to stay that way
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
Fell asleep in bio again. Sometimes i feel like college is just one really expensive nap.
i DID NOT walk around with my knees bent and my hands behind my back with long spandex and underarmour pretending to be Apollo Ono
i love how he claims to not know english but when i ask him to come over and fuck me he's all of a sudden fluent
Despite fighting the urge to vomit throughout the whole thing, I think that interview went really well!
I just sniffled when I woke up and got a bump of coke. I have never felt so good hung over.
Woke up fully clothed in bed sleeping on my purse.....we're back!!!
YOU ARE NOT A BOTTLE OF RUM THEREFORE I DONT KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU
I faked more orgasms with him then ever should be allowed for someone this pretty.
She started giving me head while we were watching the Walking Dead premiere, WORST BJ EVER.
Stealing, and booze. If only you added meaningless sex with random people you would have wrapped all your life passions together
He told me to tell my ass that he loved and missed it, and even though he hasn't known it long, it might be the one for him
Willing booties have sort of a tractor beam for me.
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