check it out our google latitudes are spooning
I just saw how many times I called you last night. You're welcome.
I just found your credit card inside the bag of chips
My scrabble letters just formed failure. Thanks God.
gettin drunk isnt as much fun when i can use my own id for it
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
He warned me he may piss the bed. I'm oddly okay with this.
He went bowling in his bathroom.. And shattered the toilet.
He doesn't need to speak English. He needs to speak sex.
And in my birthday dress, with my friends, i peed on myself in line for the club. Still went in and partied. I remember pieces
Being sober is no fun. Karaoke and not wearing pants are not socially acceptable things to do anymore and this depresses me.
He showed me his sex playlist and it looked good, so I slept with him.
Jarrod's passed out on the chair with a cup of milk and I've been staring him down in an attempt to use telepathy to make him spill it. Attempts unsuccessful.
I woke up this morning to pee and six dollar bills fell out of my underwear. I guess that lap dance just bought me lunch.
My penis is lonely
So is my ring finger
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