the next morning i told him i was impressed that he remembered my name. he said it wasn't that hard when "tracy
Down at cameli's and some homeless dude just pulled out a taser. Awesome.
i found you on the dancefloor with your cell phone to your ear saying that you didn't like the music they played at the club so you were going to listen to your own
So I guess I passed out face first on the ground while trying to grill last night
no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
There's a stoned dwarf chilling in the basement here. Maybe there are redeemable qualities about this place.
Marshall is naming all the elements of my face. I love science nerds.
But the guy you're fucking should not be within ten pounds of your weight when you're five fucking feet tall and he's 6'2". That's all I'm saying.
I had to run home with my hands covering my tits this morning. How does this keep happening?
In your drunken glory you promised me, tongue, 12 naked pics, and 1,800 breakfasts.
He left his boxers here. Can I keep them and make a shrine or would that be creepy?
My dick pics could make it to the popular page on Instagram.
apparently when we were gone the parents play strip connect 4
where did we go last night? there's dollar bills all over my room & they're all wet.
It's okay. I think we're back on. I just went on a dog walk with him n blew him on a sidewalk
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