i was blowing him and "what if god was one of us" came on his playlist. I had to leave
I have a gash on my leg an a lobster leg in my purse.
thanks for the bloody nose. you probably dont remember, i'm not mad.. only because your boobs are to blame
Um of course I blew him. He brought me a shamrock shake. It was two o’clock in the morning on St. Patrick’s Day. There was no smoother move basically. He totally earned that head.
Druken naked yoga : jus another ploy to keep your husbands eye in check
antibiotics and champagne: breakfast of champions
I'm high and I have a consensual booty call on the way and just thought that it was a good time to let you know that I think that you are a stellar person.
also new logic of mine : I fuck a Scottish kid , Scotland national animal is a Unicorn airgo I've come close to fucking a unicorns descendent, mother always said dreams come true
Only you would get a side of potential vagina with your sandwich
AND HOLY SHIT FLUBBER IS ON NETFLIX
Send me a picture of our booze closet. I'm homesick.
Drunk version of me is like a sleeping demon inside of me that awakes to the sound of vodka
when part of the plan includes getting high, i usually forget how the rest of the plan goes.
Turns out tits aren't quite as effective an enticement when they know for a fact that they can't touch.
I don't know if I'm having early flu symptoms, a miscarriage, or am badly hungover. Web md agrees.
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