My body has become completely dependent on Text Twist. I can't poop without it.
When I sent you a text telling you to splash water on your face, you texted me back with 'Iwehre N qyull.'
Sorry if I put you in that 'glad we're hanging out but I'm gonna go fuck your cousin' kind of position
Too high to move please buy hi-c and pour it in my mouth in exchange I will marry your first born child
hey this is Madison. you gave me your number last night and asked me to remind you that you didn't fuck anyone. you okay?
SHUN THE NONBELIEVERS. THUS SAYS THE NIPPLE LORD
Our conversation concluded a weekly schedule of casual sex in between classes.
Pulled a muscle in my back masturbating. But still listed as probable.
He sent me a pic stitch collage of all the tit pics I had sexted him this month. It was so sweet!
We met up and made out in front of an empanada spot, if that's not romance then idk what is.
U know this is gone far when im in the bathroom trying to take a pic of my asshole
You talk the same way I hallucinate.
You told me you didn't want to go to the hospital because you were drunk, but because you didn't want to leave the "fun".
I must be pretty memorable. I was walking past this dude and he goes "There's the Scotch Girl." I have ZERO clue who he is, but I'm definitely the Scotch Girl.
Sorry I missed your birthday party. I caught a dick and rode it to O-Town
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