By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
She asked me how I live with myself. I told her one night at a time.
herpes texted me again. he says he wants my vagina.
ok we should really consider changing this guys nickname...
I just passed on expense account drinking, this must be the worst hangover ever.
I still don't understand how I went from crying to blowing you in like two minutes.
Good. I hope they all got E.Coli from snorting coke off of some homeless prick's asshole.
gave him road head on the way to his grandparents house. purposely didn't let him finish, the sexual tension over turkey was indescribable.
We just had a sexually tense moment where we both chose the trough the pee. I love gay clubs.
Going through my bras is like traveling back in time through my past hookups and relationships....
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.
I'm so proud of us for not dying.
You're like the fucking Mozart of sexting.
Grateful to be alive soliciting dick pics. Thankful i'm alive for these little things and especially these big ones too.
I woke up naked and you weren't here. What a relief.
So chicken strips and confidence do not you make you sober.
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