So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Just went to my life planning class. The professor has a braid going halfway down his back and an earring.
She compared sex to doing dishes."You scrub them until they're wet."
Finished drinking tea out of a red party cup when I was done I flipped it without even thinking
I just hotboxed my laundry basket.
I don't think of it as I'm taking a pole dancing class...its more like I'm making myself recession proof
wearing my roomate's scarf as a dress...halloween 2011 ladies and gentlemen
We haven't said piping hot jizz in awhile... that needs to come back into our conversations
He told me to come in and have some water before I drove home, my vagina didn't stand a chance escaping. We didn't even make it to the kitchen.
I try new drugs instead of new boys. That way you can't scold me about the importance of condoms
Gotta get new sheets. ..I fucked the satin off mine.
I told myself I'd stop after three shots of fireball. Haha HA hA.
Man, you got so high you own goaled yourself in FIFA then got up celebrating.
The important thing is that she is gone, presumably back to the depths of hell from whence she came.
He bedazzled a shirt for me that said "best head giver" should I be thankful for the gift or concerned that he has a bedazzler?
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