You can't wash away shame.
I can try.
i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
He said he wanted to have kids with me so they could grow up to be professional linebackers. Not. A. Complient.
He walked me home last night across campus while i fed him pasta out of a solo cup at 3 am.
He left with a pair of dress shoes, some goggles, and a shot glass. I think we should follow him.
It's like even though I'm not in college anymore my body still knows it's September and is putting itself into competitive binge drinking mode.
I'm about to do the walk of shame in a christmas onesie. What would I do without christmas sweater party season?
I didn't just randomly come up with it. But if you want to give me extra credit for creativity I have a bare chest and chocolate sauce left
The closest thing to a sext that you will ever receive from me is a picture of pepperonis on Greg's asscheeks, clenching.
All I could think of during that funeral was how great I look in a suit, how creepy catholics are, and how horny I am.
I just got called the stable friend. This makes me super uncomfortable
I'm like 'WOMAN, YOU'RE 62, RESHEATH THOSE COUGAR CLAWS.'
I told him he looked like my uncle.
Why would you say that in a bathtub?
how do do this?
do what? Keep standing? Choose between 2 guys?
keep making boys cry?
I would let him fuck me right here in this laundromat. Praise Satan.
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