Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
Outside the community dumpsters: beer bottles and a carton of orange juice. Looks like we were here.
Puking in one of the stalls, a guy ran in and started puking in the other stall... In between heaves we told each other our names; i found out that it was my old best friend that moved away in the 8th grade
Theres just something about looking at pictures of your dick in church that doesn't feel right
Her divorce is going to cut into the amount of time we spend fucking.
I'm in awe of how selfish that is.
He bought me a pink rose and a Plan B. I really like this guy.
You're probably reading this when you wake up from your "nap" in the front yard. Maybe next week you should go to class, and not start Thirsty Thursday at 9:30 in the morning.
there's a strong possibility i came on your eyeliner last night bathroom sex was unplanned and rather messy sorry
My life is a joke. Told everyone last night that they could call me Mrs. McCormick because I'm gonna end up alone with a handle of peach vodka anyways.
As he walked by me and gave me his dreamy smile full of dimples all i could think was 'I gave you chlamydia'.
I know it sounds all cute and shit that I wanted him to be with me last night, but it's not cute. I just wanted to fuck.
You literally chaperoned my booty call.
I slept naked last night on stolen pillows. I felt like a golden goddess.
I woke up naked and you weren't here. What a relief.
You need a new phone. When you talk it sounds like the teacher from Peanuts while she's trying to give a blowjob.
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