So I finally got the Patron washed off my boobs.
I just threw up while getting a haircut. I'm never trying to accomplish stuff with a hangover again.
so sad. i just ate the last good 'n' plenty out of the bottom of my purse.
I was under the impression that I sent actual words. turns out it was a series of letters and question marks on a side note we still had sex
I don't remember anything but yelling at the ref in Spanish.
Idea for the cake. Joints for candles. Do it.
Also I think I'm starting to get calluses on my hands from my level of sexual activity
after the fucking you spent twenty minutes vomiting naked and shaking your dick at my roommates. luckily, i don't remember that, or i'd have to be really insulted.
I made out with my former step mother's best friend. Only knew the connection when they both showed up together at the bar.
You're the air beneath my wings and the lookout when I pee
All I did was call him a fucker when he took my pot. He didn't have to arrest me.
I'll pick u up. I have to buy a new sofa cover anyway. I swear I've never seem a girl cum like that before.
i'm the most scandalous girl at stop and shop. i kinda have to fuck him in the meat cooler.
I will give him this, every time we go to the club he gets a stripper's actual number.
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