By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
Oh btw, that was a wonderful blow job. You did a good job.
first one here with a pint of chicken lo mein, aspirin, and diet green tea ginger ale, gets a full effort bj the day after tomorrow.
We were Chugging coronas for the soul purpose of launching limes out of the 3rd story window, I'd say it was a good weekend
Yeah I'm at work. Nothing like the threat of blowing chunks on passing cars to make you feel alive.
I mean he did ask and he said it's cold out but i didn't realize we were that comfortable hahaha sex is one thing but borrowing a sweatshirt?
Locking that text forever.
Oh were you the stripper at that club last Sunday when i was trippin on acid wearing a giraffe outfit?
im lying in bed trying to choke myself out because being awake hurts too much
I mean, "boo" isn't the appropriate response to someone dying...
I puked on his mom. Not my proudest moment
he just fucked me for my cheese.
We literally laid down in the back of my car and had sex in a parking lot and it was in the top 3 best moral-less decisions I've made.
I mean I faked it but he could answer my texts
there's fucking coffee grinds packed all inside my pipe. what did i do
Apparently I gave a guy a hand job on the dance floor. ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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