By the way, I think my next facebook status update will read, "Aaron recently found out Vanessa's a screamer."
oh god.
I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
My mom's crying. That means it must be Christmas.
I woke up in the penthouse and did lines off the to of the fireplace. This is not real.
I told him I wanted to have sex to "halleluiah", he suggested the poke-rap.
So he handed us the weed then asked us if we needed any papers. And she goes "i dont know what that means, do we need to sign something?"
He's prob getting laid right now and I'm sitting alone in my duct tape shoes.
Our dealer is pledging my frat. When he come to sell me weed I make him take out the garbage.
Is this a genuine concern or are you just high?
JUST BECAUSE I'M HIGH DOESN'T MEAN ITS NOT GENUINE CONCERN.
His search history includes homemade sex toys and a plunger. I'm scared about what goes on in their place.
I think we need to dedicate ourselves to building your stamina back to uterus breaking level
he cock-blocks himself, don't try to make excuses for him!
Remember when I got punched in the face on NYE last year? I don't
I hate men. But I love dick. You see my problem?
Our relationship revolved around Taylor Swift albums. It's no wonder it ended so fast
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