It must be a full moon weekend. All of my weird booty calls are coming out of the woodwork. I spent 40 minutes on the phone last night telling one why he is so creepy.
Wow anytime a scalper has i need tix written on the back of a franzia box thats a trusted seller
I mean I found and stalk his moms facebook.. that obsessed.
Just ordered a clown who does balloon animals. No backing out now.
If my thighs hurt from cage dancing last night, I can only imagine how yours feel
My head. My head is the problem. Also alcoholism.
I feel like everytime I call him he's either fucking or getting into trouble. It's really disturbing that he presses the answer button and then proceeds to fuck her harder.
The bar tenders gave me the number for a "taxi"... It's just a dude with a van. In retrospect, pretty sketchy. Robert was cool though.
Well his dad is my dentist so they've both been in my mouth.
I'm more worried that you thought licking a pole on Bourbon street would turn me on
do you think eating a burger while having sex counts as multitasking skills?
YOU BETTER TOUCH MY NIPPLES TODAY
I'm not winning any crowns in the Miss Emotionally Stable pageant either...
I can't wait to get to LA so I can punch her in the face
8 minutes into the New Year and and I've already sent a nude...new year, new me?
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