i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
You love him. Dinosaurs. Math. Sex.
St Patricks Day is not the day you decide to have a sober epiphany.
Repeat the weekend mantra. "I like boys with teeth, I need boys with teeth, I deserve boys with teeth, I will have boys with teeth".
Beer lympzucs are ki7lling me
so the good news is that i can't possibly burn my eyelashes off tonight at the bbq.
What a great world we live in when USPS can tell you that your drugs have been delivered.
It all boils down to, who else do we know that is willing to buy our friendship?
they drunkenly created an obstacle course for the poor hamster and its ball.
dude, you declined head because you wanted to tell her about how you put cinnamon in your weed. also, we're low on Chef Boyardee
If you think for one second that I would forget Mardi Gras, you clearly don't know how much I love boobs.
I have to estimate how long it takes them to get to the bedroom so that I can sneak out of my room and get snacks. If she's anything like me, they're in bed the second he gets here and I can get snacks now
he just fucked me for my cheese.
Nana added me on facebook...i think i'll have to call her and warn her about my lifestyle before i confirm her as a friend.
i did these weird ass ab exercises once that left me queefing for weeks
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