Can i not drive my cunt home
I love how my brain works. It's like being on drugs without the costly upkeep.
i spelled "betch" that way on purpose, don't question my abilities as a drunk texter
Nothing good has ever or will ever come from 50 cent beers at the bowling alley..
he sent me a picture of his dick with a heart border around it
I guess I gave him a 20 minute play-by-play of the first three sections of R. Kelly's 'trapped in a closet.'
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LOOK FUCKABLE IN AN ALL NEON SPANDEX JUMPSUIT?
They left me stranded on the side of the road with a table and five gallons of water. They said it was all I really needed to survive. People are staring
WHY ARE YOU SMOKING WEED WHEN YOU JUST HAD A STROKE. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY WHY ARE YOU DOING IT WITHOUT ME.
don't get you morals all over my torrid fantasties
Every time he asks me if I'm horny I'm just like come on...stupid question
im in the post action - pre consequence stage.
He fucking took my shirt off and didn't even touch my boobs. What the actual fuck.
Instead of more alcohol, I decided to drink tea. Lets slow clap it out for me
He wanted me to choke him with my feet. So now I feel obligated to start writing my memoir
That portion can talk about stepping out of your comfort zone and how it can potentially kill people
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