My relationship with VH1 is so bittersweet
Security brought me back to our hotel room in a wheelchair last night. Vegas.
And if you ever tell anyone that I will fucking kill you.
Either way, he made a blog for his cat.
The goblet must only be used for good. And vodka. And anything t-pain would be proud of.
I may be Daddy's little princess, but doesn't mean I can't be the blowjob queen.
She made me be the little spoon then she pretended to be a jet pack for an hour straight
I have fireworks and redbull; let's make heart attack inducing magic happen.
We woke up in the room with a hamburger patty on the bed side table, one bun across the room, and the other bun under my pillow. Still don't know who ordered room service.
Its not even real halloween yet. This extremely toxic yet briliant costume is going to kill me
He's sending me pics of Yellowstone scenery...the only thing I can think is "I would have sex next to that waterfall"
He's gonna be so upset when he get's a real job and can't do serious drugs.
I don't want anything calamari shaped after last night. But I appreciate the Cheerios offer.
I just said "I love my cat" as a hobby.
I helped you wax your vagina and you won't even get me Corn Nuts you fucking bitch?
Don't care if they even pay me; I lifeguard for the fringe benefits -- free tourist vagina in the Hilton jacuzzi every single night
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