Hi, I just found this phone under my seat at a brewers game and seeing as you're entered in as 'fillllatio' I figured I'd ask you if you know the illiterate ass who owns this phone. Thanks :)
Apparently I called 911 everytime Sean Kingston told me to
No, I'm not okay. Girls are wearing BUMPITS here.
on toilet. in drag. drinking coffee vodka. I regret nothing.
She finally woke up and said, "Me- nothing, potato peeler- 1." And rolled back over.
My boobs grew. They knew we were going to vegas.
weed salsa. i deserve a nobel prize
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
That moment when you can't decide if you should vote for the random frat guy you have head to at the beginning of the semester for business and technology senator.
Running my fingers through my hair is like that scene from Patch Adams where the girl goes swimming in a pool of spaghetti. I love molly.
His acid is intense dude. I was just over at his place laughing about the hole in the wall I was convinced was a cat
Its just akward. Everytime he tells me he loves me, I have to respond with, I love having sex with you. and he just stares at me in amazement
I think the hamburger goblin stole my cigarettes. I left my purse behind her table and they're not in it now.
Our orgasm ration was 1:45. No. Fucking. Joke. I thought I was going to die.
If I wanna spend the whole night tied up and getting railed I'm allowed to do so
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