Last night was an abortion. I might need a publicist.
and my herpes radar will keep us safe
she makes me feel like im THAT guy in the taylor swift song
he's dressed up as spiderman, i don't understand why he's crying.
he left me a note this morning. it said "thank you for letting me touch you"
he is like the poster child for std's. god i hope he meets a girl with teeth in her vag. that would serve him right
i don't know. but im upstairs in the closet with a burger i found in their fridge
i just sent him like 8 different sexts and he texted me back about how good the hummus is that i left in his fridge.
Our funnel is on top of our neighbors roof.
I'm eating the rest of the Xmas shrooms and welcoming 2012 by communing with the pine cone.
She crossed her eyes and threw up into a glass while sitting at the bar. It was fifty shades of sketchy dude.
i feel like spreading the word of drunken joy.
come over. We can flirt with the criteria for substance abuse and talk about our daddy issues
All I need is to get out and get laid
Yeah mom sounds like a good idea! Now send that message to the person it was ment for
God, I missed his penis.
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