Your lack of dick hurts my anus. I hate your loverboy tactics.
I thought she would fill the void you created. Turns out she thought I just wanted to fill hers.
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
I just found a beer pong ball in my mail box. I think its a sign
Annd you probably wouldn't of fallen down the stairs if you didn't insist on taking 'finale shots'
this is not okay. even my mom refers to me as a sorostitute.
I fell asleep to him stroking my ass calling it his precious.
Were you paying girls to come up and grab my cock and tell me I look like bradley Cooper?
Well, I'm at the grocery store wondering whether I exist or not.
I hope they realize that to me "collecting their mail" is synonymous with "fucking in every room in their house, and twice in the party shower."
There is a glee sing along. It's on random and they know them all. Like, the specific glee timings and pauses. I need to leave. I need to escape
I will not be held responsible for my vagina's poor judgment.
I got inside last night via doggy door
Did you poop on the roof?
WTH?
Is that a no?
The thought of you trying to procreat frightenes and disgusts me!
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