absolutely 100% incorrect. and i love you more you silk skinned goddess
i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
I hope I'm pregnant just to spite you.
Nob stitches i do do not bleed anymorr!
and I'm going to name my autobiography "blow jobs with enthusiasm are the best"
I'm naming my autobiography "Reasons Not to Date Girls From Texas."
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
Hungover snowboarding. Puked off the lift and traumatized a group lesson for kids. Crash course on adulthood.
I didn't budget in chasers this month so were chasing everything with water. Sorry.
All of the hungover. I've changed not showered but can't quite make it to the booze.
WE'RE IN THE RED ZONE PLAY THRU THE PAIN
We don't know where he is but he left his pants and what appears to be a tooth here so he's gotta come back sometime
The date went significantly better after the fifth shot of fireball.
ARE YOU OKAY?
Physically? Yes. Morally? No.
He eats ass but won’t hold open doors. My kinda guy.
Chivalry really is dead.
Well, I have no idea where my underwear is, so yea I would say it was a good weekend.
on one hand I spent like $120 last night..on the other that was the best sex of my life
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