Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
the sex wasnt even worth changing my sheets
naw. unless you want me to sit in a corner, not understand english and eat all of your cheese then i don't think it's a good idea.
i know this sounds kinda weird but his cock smelled like fabric softener. it was so refreshing.
She's all pretty and bubbly and nice and I'm sitting here stoned looking like Lucifer.
Sitting on an airplane reeking of booze, sex and shame while surrounded by families coming home from Disney. This is not one of my finer moments.
I stuck my fake eyelashes to his balls after he passed out.
I can't blame him for thinking that then, placing a cone shaped potato chip on the tip of his penis post bj is not a normal act of love
We're living together and you don't know if I've seen Titanic?!
Then again, he has huge mansions.
*manboobs.
i feel like when you brought up the possibility of you getting pregnant the sexting is over
I last recall trying to play piano and asking justin for drugs. I would like to think I then gracefully laid down on the couch and shut my eyes like a sleeping kitten.
Good. Go forth, young stallion. Destroy the vaginal region with your tidy crotch.
I'm sorry I lead life with my vagina.
Drunk. Send nudes. Just curious.
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