Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
Don't interrupt me, I have a limited time to be high and thus be remarkably good at Pac Man
Second night spent with creepy guy. I either need to change his nickname or stop doing this.
My lips are red and swollen. Solid proof that giving head is a viable alternative to lipstick and plumper.
I really hope the fuck ferry pays me a visit to close out 2011 properly.
I want to break his glasses with my pelvis.
So Doritos and vodka was obviously not as good an idea as I thought at the time.
Omg I literally just wanna sleep with you right now. Like actual sleep. Not sex. Well maybe. But sleep first
No. You're getting a Viking funeral and I'm pawning your shit.
Currently looking up Winnie-the-Pooh porn.
He grabbed at it like it was a stress ball or something. It's a boob, not a grapefruit. The fuck.
My "birthday sex" consisted of approximately 25 seconds of him going down on me in the shower.
Someone needs to get Mark off the roof. I told you that he doesn’t shut up about ancient Egypt if you give him henny.
I've started recycling nudes. Why should I take new pictures for every single man?
The bartender remember my drink from last sat. I think we just became drocals...drunk. locals.
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