I just wanted to let you know that if you dont tell me to stop texting i will still keep on trying, you matter to me
restraining order is on its way, crazy bitch
Plan A DEFINITELY worked... Go with me to get Plan B??
There's something fitting about a hot in-car interracial makeout to the tune of 'healing the world.' RIP Mike.
I'm so hungover i just sang the alphabet to see if "Z" comes after "W"
Whatever, its basically a crime against humanity to miss an andre power hour so she'll get what's coming to her.
she was mad because i didn't remember our fuckaversary. fuck buddies are getting too demanding..
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
I'll throw in a blow job for your kind ways. Or another booty call. I'm poor and not very imaginative. This is all I have to offer- the unicorn like wonders of my vagina.
I just won't go as hard tonight. Four dollar ladies night drink or drown is not a good idea for me. I like to get my money's worth.
well this is gonna sound really bad but we were fooling around on sandra's electrical wheelchair
I threw up in the kitchen on the floor and a guy tried cleaning it up with a spoon at a party.
Literally the only clue I have to try and figure out my blackout adventures is a draft on twitter that just says "Mummies alive!"
I mean. I just want to sit in my bed and eat bagels. What's wrong with that?
How did people get blow jobs before text messaging?
he's fucking insane. he's worse than me. is that even possible? I'm only with him because his dick is huge. I need Jesus.
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