If you don't answer the phone then I will be forced to leave you a wonderful voicemail of me throwing up
I love sluts.
I end my prayers with that every single night.
Where else am I to apply my creativity?
I don't know. Anywhere productive and not involving sex toys would be a start.
No, you dont understand, he literately fucked me into a new hairstyle, quite nice too.
He just brought me a wine glass. Full of Tequila. Ignore any texts after this one.
I found a horn on the street but it's okay I disinfected it with vodka
Apparently Bin Ladens last act of terrorism is cock blocking me....
Hypothetical question: how bad would bacardi be as an IV drip?
death...100% death...what r u planning.
Let's discuss options later this evening. I'll draw out said options and compare and contrast the "accessibility" of the costume for quickies. Because you never know. Halloween is full of surprises. I'll also compare practicality, level of skank, and creative features.
They wear helmets and mouth pieces when they drink...u down?
I found him down the block clinging to a light post laughing and crying because a house "looked like it had buck teeth"
rolling absolute tits, turn on the red lights for when i get home.
There's a certain feeling that only comes from wearing pearls to hide hickeys
Seriously I'm dying. All my insides are fighting their way out of me. With light sabers and machetes.
turns out my ex girlfriend has become my most successful wingman. life is fuckin weird sometimes
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