I an trashes at a wedding. Hotbcousins here I come. Agh.
i celebrated the independence of our country by dry heaving tequila all morning. so classy. happy 4th.
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
it's circumsized.
I think this conversation is over.
I just woke up at my desk with "To Whommmmmmmmm" typed on a letter. I have no memory of waking up, getting dressed or driving in.
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
do you think she knows her nickname is brickface?
Please come over, I'm slowly melting into a ball of sexual frustration. If I'm not dead by the end of the day be very surprised.
He called me saying he got nice rims for his car so now we can fuck in style
All his ex-girlfriends are delicate flowers, tho. And I'm like a trash compactor.
I wouldn't worry about it. You know what they say, THICK THIGHS MAKE THE DICK RISE.
"He's not as cute as he was last week" and "I'm not as drunk as I was last week" are basically the same sentence.
All i remember is looking at the bottle vodka that I was drinking and wondering how it was suddenly empty.
That may have had to do with you chugging it
Im going for myspace 2006 goth bitch. Your worst nightmare
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