i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
I can handle NPR. I speak hippie. I took it in college.
Drunk on an escalator. I fell like 15 flights of stairs without actually moving more than 5 feet.
I think I breastfed the cat at some point during the night, at least that's what my nipples are saying
i remember introducing him to all my posters and making him be extra nice to frank sinatra and bob dylan before he fucked me
I think we can all look back on last night and categorize it under, " reason why Cory can't be left at the bar by himself"
You were high and telling me you felt like Pinocchio and that fire was bad for wood.
IDK but this explains my bloody dashboard.
I loved your drunken rendition of "I wanna dance with somebody" that you left on my voicemail last night.
You were being mean. And telling everyone to suck your six inch strap on. People were not pleased
Please be lying.
Im not. Your family was creeped out
I think that means you're growing up...when your coke nail becomes your opening mail nail.
Of course I understand. Thou shalt never turn down a free meal or drink. It's one of the commandments of being a girl.
I know you're on a date and I should leave you alone but about twenty minutes ago I realized I haven't been spanked in years so if you're still looking for a birthday present, you know, consider it.
Should I go bust a nut on the beach
I want to create a human. Discussion later.
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