He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
So I've come to the conclusion that I would cry if I had an ugly baby.
I should have kept drinking, a coma can't be as bad as this hangover
I mean I gotta puke to be skinny, wax to be hairless, and drink to be fun. Life isn't easy.
Ps. The strap-on in the pic i sent you last night was not mine. Just wanted to clear that up.
Any coincidence your getting married tomorrow and it's the most predicted day for the rapture? Just saying
Ok fine. Wild. Free. Like a stallion set free in a beautiful meadow filled with flowers and sexy lady horses
I don't know what's worse the the fact he has worn a protective cup for last 3 years in fear of being kicked in the balls. Or the fact that the one day he decides to throw caution to the wind and doesn't wear it and actually gets kicked in the balls.
Who in tha hell do u hang out with?
Nothing says "Good Morning" like Jell-o shots and coffee cakes.
I'm sorry if you weren't drunk enough to be peer pressured into the naked dancing/group make out that transpired last night
I'm in a corner eating carrots and drinking champagne. I've hit a new kind of low.
How is that low? I love carrots.
Also, I don't know if it's the drugs I'm on or not, but I truly believe I was hypnotized last night listening to an audio book.
After pissing all over her van its a lot easier to look her in the eye than I thought.
ALSO I MAYBE ACCIDENTALLY HAND CUFFED MYSELF TO A CHAIR
This is what I get for listening to Christians.
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