please. tell me to stop eating out of the trash.
I woke up with a picture of my dick as my background. still wondering if it was a good night or not.
I told him I wanted to have sex to "halleluiah", he suggested the poke-rap.
Bad news. Pictures just stimulated my memory and i just realized the stripper I hooked up with this weekend tasted like pizza.
Ya, because touching his brother's face for 20 minutes in front of him wasn't bad enough, I also threw up in his garden and stole like 10 of his shirts before I left. But I fed his dog, so it's okay.
you goin out tonight?
who is this.
your orgasm for tonight
I think i smell like relationship. That's my problem.
I woke up and found cookies in my purse. It's a 12/12/12 miracle.
Well apparently I decided it was easier I piss in the trash can at waffle house than In the toilet. Would've been ok if the trash can was in the bathroom.
I dreampt that we were shooting zombies while we having sex. Is that normal?
I'm wearing a cape at the laundromat. I really can't say shit
Now it's a thing. He's kind of a creeper and now he's lotioning me. This is going to turn into a Buffalo Bull situation.
he told me he wanted me to go see his cat. apparently i was more interested in playing with his cat then having sex.
i keep smelling vagina and donuts, which pretty much sumarises this morning. happy birthday.
Pooping to opera.
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