Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
What's the point in getting all dressed up and going when i'm just gonna throw up on myself by midnight?
I love waking up with his head head between my legs, it makes me feel special
I never thought I'd say this but my vagina is taking a serious break for awhile
If you would give me the chance we might have the two separate pieces of the greatest fuck puzzle ever.
you can't tell me it's over and send me pics of you and your cat?
So maybe putting the blacklight above the futon wasn't the best idea...
Nothing bonds a father and daughter like washing her puke off the front steps
He drives a tundra! Of course I fucked him. Im just saying eventually im going to need help moving and he has a nice truck. Its like thank you for later on
They're magnificent. It's like god made her last but hadn't fulfilled his boob quota.
I barfed on the cat last night. Just wanted to share.
I'd have to have a ring. Like I don't want to be called "the ex girlfriend that shit on me"
She acted like falling "up" the stairs was a fucking physics phenomenon. I call that Tuesday nights.
I don’t have enough daddy issues for this shit, make him go away
I can't talk, I can't walk, I think I'm twitching and I'm not even sure if I'm typing this. Help
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