We found an eightball on the ground last night. I mean, really, who does that?
is it sad that i can masturbate and get my big O just from thinking about a Tiffany engagement ring?
I will make out with the first guy who tries to pick me up with a lyric from a rap song. I won't even reply, just be on him like whoa.
I can no longer count the number of girls I've banged on my fingers and toes. It's like being born again.
First off, get on bc solely in preperation for this event. Second, as my little sister you have a lot of whore to live up to.
ROOF CAVED IN, WE'RE GUNNA MAKE A WATERSLIDE
hanging out with you guys is like living the wikipedia entry for drugs...not sure i can handle that tonight.
i mean let's face it...the pregnant girl was really slowing us down.
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
The only alcohol in the house was a bottle of Sherry. It's like cough syrup that I shotgunned off Strawberry Shortcake's ass.
I'm so high that I'm intently watching my neighbor move his car back and forth in order to put his motorcycle in the garage, and getting irritated that it seems so complicated.
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
He called my vagina his wife... how is that NOT creepy?!
His sister hates me so I took his virginity on her bed
we have beer and we're watching the birds have sex in our yard.
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