her vagine was all disorganized.
she was like the girl next door.. if you lived next door to a whorehouse
I'm not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say "I want to fuck you."
I don't like him near enough to give up day drinking AND my prostitute costume
youre always welcome to strip dance on tables with me Mag. what are friends for.
U know when u get really drunk and u don't think anyone can see what your doing? If I'm that drunk the possibilities are endless
We're like a dynamic duo.
Bisexual and Proud, Lesbian and Loud.
Well that's what you get for messing around with her vagina. I told you it was a fickle and insatiable creature.
I accidentally called my professor daddy...and I think he liked it. Help, I'm scared.
That's why my New Years resolution was no more blondes. They're all bad news
I was desperate and wasn't about to let my cereal get soggy so I ate it on the toilet. Don't let me repeat last night.
She was crying and pulled the collar of her shirt up to blot the tears. And then she just kept her head there. And stopped crying. "My boobs are just too amazing for me to cry." her words not mine please help she's still in that position
i woke up this morning wearing my pants as a scarf and my shirt as a daiper, my boyfriends contact name in my phone is "human sacrifice" and yours is "i like eggs"....can someone please tell me what happened last night
THE SUN DOESNT SET TIL 647 YAAAAASSSSSSSSSS. Goodbye seasonal depression hello regular depression
got the runs at the club last night. wondering when it'll be safe to show my face again.
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