I just wanted to let you know that if you dont tell me to stop texting i will still keep on trying, you matter to me
restraining order is on its way, crazy bitch
Getting food. Want anything?
Vagina. Double meat no buns. I have the secret sauce
so he must've not known that your lastname is Came because everytime someone would say your name he would scream "NO SHE DIDNT" to the whole party. He must've not been too good then either.
imagine playing with puppies while we're drunk.
Like... we could film it and put like, "do you believe in magic" as the backround song and it would be complete joy.
I just realized. my grades aren't ready for st patties day...
Don't talk about his dick. That's mine. There's a copyright on it. Use with permission
He handled me like a finger puppet on crack... Time to ice the vagina, I'd like to sit down sometime today.
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
I don't care how sexy you think I look in my scrubs. Wanting a blow job is not a medical emergency.
He had a drawn-on fu manchu and now my vagina has one too.
New drinking game, drink every time Rhianna says "Work" in her new song.
We broke my graduation cords last night when we used them to tie each other up during sex last night
He's going to be in the air guitar championships in june. Need I say more.
Im just drunk enough to admit that I miss Hannah Montana.
You waddled all the way home with your shoes in a construction cone. I'm glad to call you my Bestfriend.
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