They have to be talking about me. I never heard that statement until I was born.
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
when i got there he was on top of an air mattress in the middle of the pool with a bag of doritos and a 40 telling people he needed his space.
I have three paper towels stuck up my vagina. This is not a time to be calm.
I just found our entire wall-to-wall from September 2006 printed out and clipped... it's 49 pages. Blackout me is so considerate of bored-at-work me
I was at that stage of drunk where it seemed appropriate to just make out with everyone. As like a greeting.
I hear you
This is actually a pretty big deal for him. I mean, he contacted a stranger out of concern for someone else instead of for sex.
That does show growth.
I even got my dealer to make gluten free special cookies ;-)
I woke up in a poorly constructed blanket fort on a strange office floor covered in rug burns and champagne. How was your night?
Happy meals everywhere. I think Ronald McDonald Claus visited.
Would 7 layered rainbow jello shots entice you?
i just woke up to her giving me a toothy BJ so I had to break into your bedroom and steal about 4 condoms. Sorry for waking you. :(
you walked into the party, and all you had on was your left sock... literally.
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