There really should be an "avoid ghetto" option on my GPS.
The problem is he wears abercrombie jeans like there's nothing wrong with it
so i was eating a special k bar this morning for breakfast and started choking on it so i reached into my bag for water turns out it was liquor.
How do i write this on his wall without making it sound like he gave me an std?
you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
Besides, I'm not in my 30's. I'm still allowed to drink wine from a bag.
It's only slutty when someone else does it. It's okay if it's us though
Worst luck of my entire life. Came in my own mouth
First of all you're supposed to say "you're not fat". And second of all never ever deprive me of nachos.
This was like angel cum on the bread of life filled with the nectar of the gods
Can I trade you chipotle for a pregnancy test?
I hate college football. It's really fucking with our phone sex schedule.
Eventually I will start sleeping with people who actually want to hangout with me the next day... But not today
I just upped my southern womanhood. Taking whiskey and Kleenex pocket packs to the funeral.
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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