so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
she pooed on me. she actually pooed on me.
She can't keep using her latex allergy as an excuse to go bareback with everyone.
I decided you couldn't drive after you asked where the time circuits were on your Altima
I wanted to see November 5, 1985
Is it bad that your cum tickles when I swallow it?
he's 25, hott, and leaving for iraq tuesday, i wanna get in as much as possible...
your life is a nick sparks novel waiting to happen
Im eating the cereal I found in my pocket and drinking wine out of the bottle.
Thats the worst face I've ever seen you make an I've seen you throw up in your own hair.
his phone is always ringing though. It makes me feel like I'm dating a doctor who's always on call.
yeah, dating a doctor sounds much better than fucking your drug dealer.
You bought champagne and told everyone it was because I'd just found out I was pregnant. How exactly is that being a good wingman?
Idk. I was speaking metaphorically. Go for it. As one of your bad decisions, I feel confident in saying you've done worse.
It was weird, because he kept shaking his head like he was motorboating me...but on my vagina.
How many drinks/blunt hits do you think I could get if I wore an "it's my birthday" shirt
He just texted me a video of him jerking off. He must really be looking forward to the Super Bowl.
You cannot steal the fun of my nakedness. You do not own my nakedness. My nakedness is my sole property and I share that fun with whom I choose.
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