Your mouth is God's brothel.
I bet i've been more pregnant than you.
Did we use protection last night?
Um, no...keep in touch, okay?
We just walked into this party and immediately got handed a grilled cheese sandwhich....
yeah bitch needs to recognize there's only one person with this face
why did I try to FaceTime with 311 last night?
I don't know. I was also picked up by the doormen and held over the bar so I could do an upside down shot out of a bartenders tits.
Got my bloodwork back and my liver is in tip top shape. Apparently blacking out 5 nights a week isn't cutting it, so we've got to step it up until I see that all of my hard work is actually paying off and doing some damage.
She keeps telling me I can't keep feeding the dog my food. I gave half the weed brownie to the dog and half to me. I just want it to taste the greatness of cheezits like I am.
You climbed out your own window and walked in the front door..
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
Hey, if a dude can't randomly belt out Whitney Houston tunes from time to time, is life really worth living??
I can't control his boners. I can only encourage them.
She's sent me the same nudes using the same gestures and positions... It's like she has a template for her sluty-ness
sitting in the prison waiting room in my boyfriends clothes. looooong story.
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