I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
He tried to blame not having a condom on the economy.
i convinced her i was a yoga teacher by showing her some warm-ups my high school track coach made up
Being college poor has reached a new low. I am giving up on masturbating so i can save money on toilet paper
I mean, I'd wanted to go skinny dipping, hook up with him and have sex on a beach, so last night I basically killed 3 birds with one super slutty stone.
yesterday, he said he didn't trust me around his daughter because "if she was wrapped in rolling paper u'd smoke her." yup.
I think your going to be the cause of an awesome death
I don't appreciate the fact that you tagged me as a giant bucket Miracle Whip.
I have pictures of you scratching against the sliding glass door on your knees screaming how you felt like a lamb.
Were you paying girls to come up and grab my cock and tell me I look like bradley Cooper?
I took a few sips of my hugeee bottle of liquid Vicodin and smoked my one hitter and now I'm going thru my attic like Indiana Jones
How much booze could a drunk brad chug when a drunk brad does chug booze?!?
All. The answer is always all
I hope. Last year I got lost in New Orleans and some guy named Cookie walked me home while I cried.
Like these jerks could have told me it wasn't a video call, I wouldn't have put on pants.
That means I have to put pants on. That is not something I am willing to do right now.
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