Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
you need to do more things constructive for your career. like wearing pants more often.
i decided i am going on the Justin Bobby plan for success. Don't cut my hair for a year, don't shave for a month, land Audrina Patridge. Game on.
Don't worry. I has chaperone.
There was blood everywhere. She was pretty good looking person though.
They were taking shots out of the caps of perfume bottles. This is too much for me.
All I could think about while he was going down on me was that his moustache reminded me that I want to try something new with my pubic hair.
I tried to find the bar, ended up at a car dealership. Then the alarms went off.
Well, my breasts are swollen and I cried about the Iditarod. But I say PMS until proven pregnant.
I may have tried to encourage people to play a new game I invented last night. I called it Super Quarters. Like regular quarters, only using an AA medallion.
so it turns out the huge bruises on my knees are from drunk bmxing and not getting railed from behind on the ground
and ill have you know that I only wiped out twice
I'm so high right now that I'm wearing gloves.
ELLEHCIM
NYRMAK
DRAHCIR
WHAT??
My lash glue is stronger than my sense of self respect
That wasn't even sex. That was a fuckoning
...did you just create a word for what we did?
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