He had on juicy sweatpants and thats when i knew he was no longer a threat.
I just got hit by a car. I'm fine; I'll be to the bars in about 15
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
Pretty sure i didnt get thrown out cause why dont i have more bloody areas
They told me you were taking cheese cube shots and chasing them with barbecue sauce... Is this true?
It's gotten to the point that the dirty talk in my head when I touch myself has your accent
Safe to say I relapsed into my old chatroulette drunk flashing days.
five cans of playdoh and a game of guess whose penis ...
You were captain morganning on the laundry hamper and when I walked in you slingshotted a thong at me and started peeing. This all came back to me when I picked up some jeans to wear and they smelled like piss.
It's like we're in an emotionally distant three-way and there's not even sex to show for it.
You can't leave me alone in times of distress because I will fuck things 🙈😐
you know my pussy doesn't know between good and evil
"Uno más" are officially my least favorite words in the entire Spanish language.
I woke up with your bra on, and some guys boxers. I'm in a random truck, in the middle of nowhere...
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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