Sry I called you an 8
she tasted like a mixture of sweat and destiny
The child next door sounds like he's having vigorous sex in the backyard and it's making me very, very uncomfortable. I don't want to look.
my wrists were so small for the handcuffs, i could slip them off and hand the tow truck driver my keys....
Apparently riding the dog like its a small horse is frowned upon in this establishment
Would it be bad if I bought her bread, meat, cheese, and stuff as her christmas present so she can make me a sandwich?
Two words that describe last night: naked and backflips.
Worst decision of artistic career thus far: bringing a banana to eat on male model day.
Like I just asked Greg why I don't have a crown for my vagina. That drunk.
I just sustained a forearm injury dancing to salt n peppa in my kitchen. Fack. I pushed it real good.
I really don't want to get drunk alone tonight. Like, I'll do it, but I won't enjoy it.
seriously considering getting an electric blanket rather than sleeping with guys this winter for warmth.
He noticed my new Lipstick so later tonight it's going to be on his dick.
I might be drinking a 4-day old opened beer on a Wednesday. You're in no position to judge me.
It would have only made it one day at my place.
Also your Swedish friend who's name I don't remember is really good in bed.
*Norwegian
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