I have the Lakers game on, but all I can think about is having sex with you. Not sure what you've done here.
just used clorox wipes to give myself a whores bath. hello finals week
I searched the house and found a small bottle of sherry which is probably as old as I am, has prob gone off and tastes like shit. I don't care any more. It has come to this.
We just threw our carpet out of our room. Via fourth floor window style.
It's like split custody, only he's not a kid and they have sex with him.
Yea there's blood all over the porch but we wont have to buy alcohol for the rest of the week
I sat down next to him and my bra just unhooked itself
he signed me a blank check so today i get to decide if i want to be a saint or a millionaire
I was fed cake in bed and then was pinned down and ridden till I came. And then fed more cake. I'm going to marry Brad. I'll put money on it.
I feel horrible. I brought her to your house like a late night pizza delivery and dropped her off.
It's a little hazey but I think I tried to request Nelly last night. There was no dj. Not sure who I was talking to
I mean seriously...It's like the universe is saying "your vagina is closed, move along"
well tomorrow I get to eat fungus and go to an abandoned city.
most people would fear that statement, but i wish to join you
...okay, you can't just say 'masturbating llama' and not explain yourself
all I know is that I was naked, and there were cheeto puffs everywhere...
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