like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
We tried having a conversation with our noses.
He told me I couldn't drink an unopened bottle of water he had in his room because that was his emergency bong water
considering I showed up there after a xanax, 2 bottles of champagne and some coke, no shirt and someone else s husband... I'm sure you can figure that one out.
Can we ask the Hungry Howie's guy to pick up some blunt wraps on the way over?
Everyone is sleeping and i'm sittin here in my iron man mask, watchin chelsea lately and tryin to figure out how to smoke through it.
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
I think my vagina is phsycic. All day it tingled and then BAM Channing Tatums look alike fucks me like ive never been fucked in my life.
I told him I was very thankful for what his country has done to my vagina and walked away.
As you passed out you started to cry and say "Mufasa" over and over again making everyone else cry.
He called my vagina his wife... how is that NOT creepy?!
Update: He still has devil magic genitals.
Apparently she hired a private investigator when he took out a restraining order on her. So the answer is no, I didn't hit it.
just found a picture from last night.
the one of you riding a horse with nothing but a bulletproof vest on?
uhm.... no?...
Can you confirm that you aren't dead?
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