And I just threw up at the table during Mother's Day Brunch.
sometimes I think that if I just met him. he would have a crazy realization and fall madly in love with me. what do you say? I'm not just another fan.
I got drunk and applied for two credit cards last night. About to find out if anyone in this world is still dumb enough to give me credit.
All he was doing was sitting in the car, staring. We asked him what was wrong and he just turned, smiled, and said "everything has its own pair of boots"
i just did the math...im a product of my mothers birthday sex
The night took a downhill turn when he started using a butter knife as a spoon to drink his cosmo
you know it takes a lot for me to use utensils conservatively
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
No, no. The rest of his everything inspires me to put his dick in my mouth
We're Scorpios. We're like dogs rolling in whatever smells good to us.
I peed my pants walking home last night... I just kept walking.
I called you daddy and let you stick things in my butt, I am a damn 11.
no it was
but you compared your dick to a female disney character
but if we have a President Trump come Tuesday, I might throw myself off the Walt Whitman Bridge so Thursday might not work for me after all.
I Projectile vomited a massive question mark on Brent's bedroom wall. Don't tell him it was me. I want him to play the whodunit game.
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