For some reason, Oliver from Hannah Montana reminds me of pudding.
That's cute.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
I woke up this morning with gum gluing my ass cheeks together..
I can't decide if I actually want to know or not..
I knew we were gonna fuck after she told me she's seen that Porno before
He told me that he wanted to break up with his girl friend but only after we had sex, only for him to make sure I'm worth it..
when I sang my humps to you I meant it.
They are chanting tits for freedom and I'm highly considering
I woke up to him pissing in their fireplace with fairy wings on.
Men are not even allowed to look at you without a condom on.
Found my ex-boyfriend's money stash. Call the girls, we are getting fucked up tonight, my treat.
That's a lot of people she's fucked in one picture.
is there a line between daddy kink and oedipus complex?
I biked home blackout drunk last night, but I have some memory of throwing my bike in a rage when I couldnt get it down the stairs. No idea on the bright orange puke in the sink.
ANNA YOU PEED ON THE STREET. LIKE NOT EVEN SUBTLY. YA JUST SQUATTED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HIGHWAY. And you flashed your tits to oncoming vehicles to try to get them to pick us up
You wouldn't eat with utensils. You insisted on making your own spoon out of a bendy straw and staples while singing "I'm a survivor" by Destiny's Child.
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