So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
ironically, his detergent was also "small and mighty"
you flashed the cab driver so we didn't have to pay the fare and then you decided you were on a roll so you flashed the guy at the maccas drive through... safe to say your boob job was the best idea ever!!
I got offered a handle of vodka and tomato soup to bring his dog home. He knows me all too well.
I'm not really sure what went on in my mouth last night but right now it tastes like what I can only imagine is a mixture of astroglide and peanut butter. You hungry?
It's like all my brain cells are screaming at me.
I'm dying.
I am "lost the control of my head" high right now.
So I think my aunt and her one legged boyfriend are getting it on in the next room. Traumatized does not even begin to describe what I am right now
Sad Megan is Sad
Have you been drinking my beer?
She's cute. And her snoring noises remind me of the incidental music from Jaws.
Today has been like a snow day for your boobs. No rules, just doing whatever they want.
I said I wanted pizza tattoo on my ass and the tattooist asked me what I wanted on it.
I walked in on him fucking her whilst she ate skittles. I saw things no one should see, but I did get your bra back. You owe me.
That portable toilet under the bed? Turns out it was a tuba. Explains alot.
I apparently ooze single. The second I left his house after break up sex five of my old booty calls text me
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