this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
he turned the pretty ricky playlist on. its about to go down.
did i call you last night crying about tacos and the royal wedding again?
you shall refer to me as my indian name from now on...running with dumb cunts
Most people would probably take his lack of responses as a queue to stop. But nope, not me. I just keep going. And that's why I don't have a bf, just a little weinered friend
Sometimes I have to make sure these messages are going to you and I'm not about to give someone in my phone book a heart attack.
If you really loved me, you'd support my weed habit.
As the person who squeezed you out of my vagina, the answer is no.
He shattered his pelvis base jumping so his dicks out of commission for 4 months. Your up, second string.
I'm finally in my bed, my pants are off, and there's no pee on my carpet this is the best life has been all day
I think I just got drunk texted by my psychiatrist
I was so high last night I honestly think my tears were medicinal
i think she learned that just cuz half shots were easier, doesnt mean she can have triple as many.
I think my liver just tried to kill me, we need to slow down
OH GOD IT TASTES LIKE IT SMELLS
No one can touch me, I'm made of fruit.
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