Cut to me doing the walk of shame to work from a hotel.
I like my sex mixed with concussions.
Unless I'm getting a singing midget telegram, I'm not going to smile
Laughlin, where retired strippers come to die.
You realize we can hear you jacking off in your room, right?
I like it rough
He won't talk to me. He'll only communicate using scissors
She. Own s my pussycat. Roxk it like. The sun hitting the horizon
I was so high I told him we should rub faces and pretend to be wombats. He was surprisingly enthusiastic about it.
I am almost positive I asked to milk her when I was saying my goodbyes.
Matt just ate a burger out of the trash can in front of the McDonalds. We need to have a serious talk about his drinking.
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
After sending me a dick pic, he asked, "yay or nay?"
Judging from the sharpie on my face, glitter on my chest and women's tiger print panties i'm wearing last night was a thing.
Today I saw someone riding a horse on the sidewalk by aldi when I went to walmart. Old town road was playing on the radio. It was perfect.
He expects a blow job at the movies but won’t pay for popcorn? Does he know it’s not 2017 anymore
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