she looks like luggage that fell from a plane
So I feel really bad about last night...can i give you a blow job and we call it even?
Hey got that picture this morning. 1. clean your room 2.what happened to your nail? and 3. your penis is amazing,.
And at least you didn't have a dinner of Ranch Pringles and Double Stuff Oreos. I forgot that part of being single.
All of a sudden i love everyone. In all their flawed and failing beauty. This is pretty good weed.
My sugar daddy is a bigger asshole than i am. What's wrong here?
sending him nudies in gran's hospital bathroom. you?
Life isn't about who you kiss, drunk, at midnight. It's who you text nonsense to, sober, from the toilet.
I want to name my colorful bowl Batman. Why? I still have yet to figure it out. But I'm calling it Batman.
But I did spend part of my morning scrubbing your cum off my grandmothers piano.
Going back to the ever classy sneak out to the fridge and swig liquor from the bottle method. That it is legal for me to drink here makes the fact that I have to do this all the more depressing.
I achieved maximum drunk last night. It was pretty extreme. Woke up on a couch, outside, in a suit
I think it's getting serious, we started a jigsaw puzzle together.
I think it's your fault my nipples aren't sensitive anymore.
You wanna come over?
Too high to be booty called. My cereal is growing hair.
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