so i realized that everyone figured out i was a slut before i did. then i realized that no one felt like telling me. sometimes i think you just keep me around for entertainment.
you're right.
I want Jason Statham to talk British to my vagina.
I put the beer in my little red riding hood basket.
it was really awkward, he kept trying to get on the bed with us and we kept having to kick him back on the floor.
So yes, he's hot, a scorpio, an artist and a perfect cock. I think my bi train just arrived in gay town.
He yelled out my full name in bed...I felt like I was being scolded.
Well right now I am watching him use the fire extinguisher off the pourch.
Well I consider my vagina a dear friend. She treats me good I treat her good. We work together. Glad we could be of service.
Are you feeling okay?
Right now, not a single thing feels even slightly okay. That hungover.
brushed my teeth nine times since getting home, still afraid there are pubes hiding in between my molars. fucking gummy bears
I couldn't fall back asleep it was too bright so I just took my sports bra off and put it over my eyes
I'm missing my left shoe, and there's a note on my foot (in my handwriting) that says "HAHA BITCH" Any explanation for this?
He kept telling me that he didn't serve two tours in Iraq for my bitch ass to drink banana rum.
Lots of tissues. Maybe pizza. Only time will tell. The stages of political grief.
At about 2:30 i found you passed out in my closet with your face covered in cheese whiz
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