I can text with my tongue
we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
If you stick your dick in my spaghetti, we're fighting.
I dont think he stole the pillow. I mean if he wanted a souvenir, my thong was on the nightstand.
Well idk about you but my nose is all recovered for the weekend.
We shot off some fireworks at 12 and then I orchestrated the group singing of god bless the USA all while wearing a don't tread on me flag as a cape. I repped hard.
I just look @ having a child spit on you as another form of birth control. I think my ovaries just tied themselves in a knot.
I'm sorry, you might have to start setting aside some time in your day for my pussy.
I remember looking at his body and thinking wow you have a body sculpted by Jesus himself. Still not sure if I said that out loud or not
We need to talk about your improper dealings with the town drug dealer.
I take it you're alive?
Mostly. Can't quite control my arms.
This is like 50 shades on steroids but with healthy relationship models and mutual respect among all parties involved and lesbian activity.
so he's a sleeptalker.
yeah??
"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell" right in my ear. 2 am.
Look get the dick out ur mouth and answer the phone
Setting myself up for trouble? Yes. But getting laid is a lot more important at this time.
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