hey its robert, we just made out in the backyeard. i'm inside now and you should come to the bathroom and meet me.
I want to take things slow emotionally, but fast physically
i was drunk at family dinner telling about my gay brothers sex ads on criags list
The child next door sounds like he's having vigorous sex in the backyard and it's making me very, very uncomfortable. I don't want to look.
she had no gag reflex. and is an abercrombie model. i love college.
Also, do you think you think his dick is perfect bc you loved him? Or is it actually perfect?
Turned out the thing on the lampshade was a bloodstain, not a bedbug. We feel much safer now.
You will not judge me for my made-up holiday of wine appreciation day
My grandpa is giving me detailed instructions on how to fight a second floor bedroom fire from a ladder on the out side. Just in case
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
Only you would have to block the fucking governor of Tennessee from reading your tweets
Your cock deserves a montage
It's disgusting. He breathes through his mouth and just sounds fat. Plus he chews all loud and shit.
It's official: I now only own one pair of jeans that I haven't blown the crotch out of. It might be time to put a stop to red wine Wednesdays.
You mean, in addition to red wine every-fucking-days?
She is getting high and watching the Hobbit. I want her life.
So she is basically watching her own life story: short people traveling to strange places.
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