I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
Just woke up. First thing I see: Little brother eating last night's jello shots thinking they're reg jello.
Change your flight to Denver. That's where my penis is.
his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
To celebrate your birthday last night, I got drunk and sang drift away in buffalo wild wings. Happy birthday. The entire bar sang the chorus with me. It was magical.
As usual, I had to fight him for his car keys. Though this time he made it to the valet garage. All the Hispanic attendants gathered around and watched. Felt like I was in a cock fight.
I just sprawled out on my bedroom floor and cried while shoveling chocolate into my mouth.. I should not have Bacardi at home
I have effectively turned laundry day into a drinking game.
I would feel bad that's he's locked out naked, but the world should really see that.
just found out I was hugging strangers at the bar last night. there's photographic evidence. I know none of them
At least you didn’t announce to an entire bar you’ve eaten pussy, and then knocked your beer over.
That's crazy. Wow that lady must be fucked up
Yeah I hope she's okay.
I'm still going to fuck her husband but I do hope she's okay.
Yeah we've been texting but I don't know how to just randomly throw in sooo the real reason this is happening is because i hear you're a drug dealer
How ironic... opening your legs for closure.
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