I hope God doesn't listen to everybody on a Saturday night.
You wrote me a letter and I cannot make out anything you wrote except the last sentence which says "tell the wolf ill meet him at sunset and that I'm sorrry"
I don't think I have but I might've died. If I have then come get me, I'm in the flower bed. And still game.
I hear youre working today. To keep you entertained, ive compiled a list of condiments that my dick has NOT been slathered in since last Friday: Relish, and raspberry jam. That's right.
I will forever be haunted by the image of you hurrying to finish your Jimmy Johns sandwich in the Taco Bell drive thru so you could proceed to order $17 dollars worth of shitty Mexican food.
I'm glad we're going to catch up. too bad it's over my vagina.
Woke up at 10 with bourbon being shoved down my throat and him yelling, "shot train! Don't be a bitch"
She told me she loved my new hairstyle. I told her its called head head.
So apparently my mom hired someone who goes by "DJ Dog Dick" for the family christmas party?
Im just an angry damaged little elf who wanders around and tries to find drugs.
This is the third time this year I've whored myself for a Netflix login. If this guy changes his password, I'm gonna fucking give up.
Or maybe pay for Netflix?
I'm not that desperate yet.
I'm ready to run through the streets naked yelling "HES ALIVE!"
Partying with my eighth grade history teacher I know you're jealous
So is he the one who got away?
They all got away. I’m a catch and release kind of girl.
yeah....try hearing them in person. it sounds like two muppets going at it
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