Starbucks introducing alcohol. i hear angels singing.
he calls his bong barack obonga, commander in kief. i found where i belong.
The plants looked thirsty. Growing plants need mimosas too.
So after I was tied with a feather boa he left me there with KFC and cherry coke
It's not like I'm never gonna put out again. I'm a sure thing. I promise.
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
and somewhere between crying in her arms and throwing up in her front yard, we became friends.
I need to puke. I need a shower. I need rehab. I need to detox and puke. I feel like demons are inside of me.
Question: should I be considering heels or is this the kind of night where I should plan on falling on my face regardless of my choice of footwear?
i just looked at those "hey" messages and i was so confused and then i remembered we were practicing texting with our tongues.
P.s. I loved that your balls smelled like coconut
I'm currently trying to figure out a way to fill the bathtub up with mashed potatoes so when he comes over he'll know what's about to hit him..
It must be love. I'm deleting my porn for him.
Like I could say no to two hot people already naked and fucking. Please. I'm not made of stone.
Twice?!
Babe, I'm gunna be straight with you. When you act like a dick it makes me regret not fucking my manager last week.
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