at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
i just met rob pattinson in italy. he's so stupid, i feel like i would have to say "your penis goes here!"
She turned over and said "You smell like my dad, i just can't do this"
he clicked a button a stirrups came down from the ceiling... if I don't come home by sunday, report me.
I've come to realize time passes slowest when I'm sitting in class, waiting for microwavable foods, working out, & giving head.
I don't really know how to say this, but I have an oven mitt to return to you tomorrow..
It was insane. I was drunk for 11 consecutive hours. I woke up covered in almonds and there were footprints all over my shirt
I just commented on the education level of his penis.
Look, the fact that I didn't kick him out and rip your clothes off speaks very highly of me.
It all started because he put my damn phone in his pants. By his crotch nonetheless.
It was the highest I'd ever been. I felt like a blob. A blob eating a burrito.
I have banged to "The Emperor's New Groove" way more than could possibly be reasonable.
The struggle bus has heated seats and stops at Dunkin on Friday mornings so I'll be okay.
I love the smell of your bedroom. It smells of a mixture of cherries, leather, and unrequited homosexual desire.
I just described cereal to my mother as "acoustic breakfast soup".
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