I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
The more I sober up, the more sick I am/realize how weird dancing around a wine bottle was
he just asked if i would like him to change his diet so his jizz tastes better. keeper? i think so.
I'm sorry but when I'm riding in the trunk on the way to mcdonalds at 6 am I just don't want to listen to reba macintire
You were petting your shoe and saying this makes me really happy
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
we were fucking and all I could think about is how my silly bands were glowing in the dark.
I know. My only sports are biking to buy drugs and running from the police.
if i'm ever face-down on the ground puking again, promise me you won't try to braid my hair?
I just want to meet whoever runs the hall cameras
hahahaha I don't. Watch one day i'll be walking along and someone will stop me and say "oh you're that one girl who is out. of. control." But then they'd probably give me a high five.
omg he is no good in bed, bless his little heart and his big dick
it's like i'm making a family tree of tunnel buddies for my vagina
You know you've hit a new slutty low when you're simultaneously sexting and having a tea party with a 4 year old
I just punched myself in the vagina to prove a point. Please pray for me.
How was it?
Incredible. Everyone in the world should be having the kind of sex I've been having.
He should write a pamphlet or something...
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