I have a walk of shame I should be getting to. "Hey, by the way, what is your name?" is not a conversation I want to have today
'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
and before you know it i was laying next to him at 2 in the morning with penis and sadness on my breath.
for future reference mormans are hard to crack but they give fucking amazing hand jobs.
his eyes are fucked up, he bumped into the cabinet while standing in my office, and he's pounding chicken soup, and he must have chewed on 8 pieces of gum before he got here.
I don't know if I have the sustained energy level for partying hard
Not a choice. You are mistaking my comments as options. My statements are facts. This is what is happening.
No. I heard a cover of "my heart will go on". This is not sanity.
We have a pile of chopped wood here that suggests we may have chopped down a tree of some sort.
You made a glowstick headband with a helium balloon tied around it and climbed a tree in high heels. I was impressed.
I've hit an all time low I just sent a boob pict to fat Randall the one I gave a partial bj to a year a a half ago
He complimented the perfect handprints you left on each of my ass cheeks.Thanks.
I made him laugh his dick is mine
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
Have you ever realized how weird it is to think that you've fucked someone and don't know what their handwriting looks like?
i keep smelling vagina and donuts, which pretty much sumarises this morning. happy birthday.
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