I like the name aiden. he likes stella. I told him they're coming out of my vagina, and I will name them what I damn well please. Stella goes.
I'm cleaning the house. And I can't stop listening to Enrique Iglesias. Am I gay?
I even have the new album if that helps you make a decision.
Trying not to fart in the comp lab is going to take everything i've got.
At a St Pats house party. Just raised $110 for two short chicks to crawl into a dog cage together. Video forthcoming. Respect.
My vagina would be awesome. I would be the most popular girl in the village.
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
I may or may not be negotiating a deal of baked goods for socks...keep you posted
S.O.S. he's talking about horses and breast feeding.
Still slightly drunk, sitting in Hyde park village. Two small children are dancing and singing "call me maybe" on the fountain in front of me. Am I hallucinating?
Come to my pity party. It's being hosted in my basement. The theme is ambiguously sexual cuddling and wine.
Now accepting any stories about my adventures last night, in particular why my knuckles are bleeding.
We could have a classy candlelight sonic dinner with fireball cocktails if you leave now. Twat tickler centerpieces.
Incase you were wondering. Cooking naked turns into sex. Sex and cooking may lead to house fire....
It took 5 bourbons for him to handcuff and spank me and then he cried after sex. The men that like me are so unstable.
My life is pants optional.
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