he is the anna nicole to my 90 year-old billionaire. i'm grateful that he's fucking me, so i'm buying him shit.
he had a blacklight sublime poster, of course i had to do him.
boobs and vodka. thats all i can remember, finals week needs to stop ending like this..
Because it is about to snow, I sent him for Diet Coke and cigarettes. It's the gay version of milk and bread.
Ummmmm okay let's be incredibly straightforward. Hi there. My bed's at half capacity this evening. How'd you like to fill it up?
I'll be listening to "I will always love you" and sobbing uncontrollably all night, care to join?
2000 dollars has been put in for bail money. Also we're signing contracts
My mom said she saw you at the bar last night and asked how you were. She said, you replied with, "Oh you know, just knocked up."
Figured I'd get right to the point
its like i had a thought but i dont know what the words are for it
He is full of southern hospitality and I want to be full of him.
He literally wrote out a schedule. On it, there's a taco break, and a spot where I start crying.
There was a huge crash. I came out of my room to find you sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs in your bra and panties. You looked at me, yelled 'WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE' and then ran back into his room.
We had sex on the bear rug. He said "you, me and the bear. This is bear-idise"
I just want cinnabon and vodka.
Think of the things uve done in the past. And ask urself "have I done worse?" If u answer yes. Its perfectly ok.
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