Just wanted to let you know that if you need my services as a male dancer for his birthday, let me kno so I can clear my schedule
O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
Hey so summary of last night. I threw up in a rain boot then tipped it over on my bed, did my laundry and passed the fuck out. I feel like I didn't see you.
She just told me she's too full for a reach-around. Sad.
I mean its not the first time I passed out drunk at barnes and noble.
I just found a video on my phone from last night of you yelling, "you can't fuck me!" at least 20 times
well, duh, but it's like you don't even want to see me masturbate with a wine bottle.
Just found out my 21st birthday is on a Wednesday. The possibilities are cheap, as well as endless.
If it carries over into the weekend I would be glad to nurse your vagina back to health.
I got to masturbate in Rome in a gorgeous hotel room. Don't try and tell me I need a boyfriend
Double vision is so hot when a big dick is in sight. Thank you Bud Light.
It's cosmic balancing. My vagina is an instrument of karmic retribution.
It's gotten to the point where waking up in my own apartment is a surprise
Life if anyone rolls up to my funeral with shitty weed get them out of there
Is it just me or is it like a girl gets married and all of a sudden she’s a “blogger”?
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