Words i added to my t9 today: gnomes, facebook, and chlamydia.
turns out I still hate jay leno...even at 10pm.
he is the anna nicole to my 90 year-old billionaire. i'm grateful that he's fucking me, so i'm buying him shit.
3rd rule of buttsex she must be clean and shower recently
and skipped dinner
In hindsight, the torn ligament in my knee is probably the fault of the ginbucket and jager bombs starting at 3pm. I guess I'll stop blaming it on you.
Just got blown in a rental car. I need to get rear ended more often
You leave me no choice. Your vagina is grounded. It can just sit there and think about what it's done.
did you know gatorade and rum go really good together
Are you doing depressed science again
maybe
Well if I can't snuggle you, I might as well snuggle a stranger's cat.
If that guy asks u bout me, I said my name is Jenelle, from CT, I'm a cat behiavor consultant and I'm 29. Back my story up
Did my extra credit for a class I badly need to pass at the bar of Friday's.. kind of sum's up my college career. Got a 90 though.
It all started with a game of naked twister.
You were lost on foot. Texted us and told us that N*Sync couldn't save you, and then you "met Jesus" in your car.
Never let the horse trainer ride you, always ride the horse trainer. I have huge bruises on my thighs from his hip bones. That's how hard he rode me
You’d probably be happy to know that I think I’ve mastered the skill of knowing “my type” and then steering clear
FINALLY. I THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD NEVER COME!
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