Those are some awfully high standards for someone of your weight
tagging him in all 73 close-ups of your cleavage might have been a little obvious.
my quiz for the book was only 2 questions and my one answer was sorry and then a sad face
He was supposed to take me to a nice dinner, but istead all he did was get drunk and throw lit fireworks at me.
He scratched off my spray tan. Literal nail marks down my back. Can't imagine what's underneath his fingernails.
Oh and I guess I added our cab driver on Facebook. He has "liked" every single one of my beach pictures. Kill me now.
She kept grabbing my head and told my faces to stop shaking.. Also, she kept whispering something about seeing flowers in my eyes.
so far I've only met her once and hung out one other time. Up to 5 BJs already. That's serious efficiency.
I've found a new low. I was climb-on-the-bar-piano drunk.
You let someone poor beer into my mouth off of a balcony. Best friend test failed.
Haahahahahahhaaa
i would stab him if he didn't just tell me he is a priest
fuck you
also please return my underwear, they were one of my favourite pairs xo
She told me the next morning I stared at her tits for like 15 minutes with binoculars from only a few seats away.
Gonna do a few lines then clean my room so I can feel like my life is somewhat in order.
Xanax, wine, and giving the neighbor blue balls. How about you?
Jesus, it’s Tuesday morning! Not back stage with Motley Crew
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