My feet smell like cheese. Makes me hungry.
You gave me the wrong number last night so I texted someone else something I definitely shouldn't have.
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
He had on juicy sweatpants and thats when i knew he was no longer a threat.
I woke up, not remembering how or when or why i was even there and looked over to find Steph spooning with an adult black man.
i can't sleep with him. he has a scrapbook from the girl he lost his virginity to.
I have vodka an food stamps. At some point today, that will undoubtedly turn into jello shots.
and then you started talkingabout how you wish birth control was disspensed as a candy necklace
Have u seen my thong? Last time i saw it was drenched in vodka and on his brothers broken lamp.
Nah but tell him his boxers made it to the basement
Florida has a way of just fucking with a person's soul and jizzing all over their hopes and dreams. Like existential bukkake.
Passed out mid cig in bed last night. Thank you cough for allowing me legal prescription hydrocodone.
I feel like passing out with my foot on your face has bonded us at a very fundamental level.
once he tried to wake me up from my hangover nap to have sex, that's when things went downhill. he had to go.
I give out orgasms like candy and ride a motorcycle...how is that not appealing
But once you are just right and I work my tongue in the right spots and hot wax your balls and inner thighs. I will have you right where I want you.
Who is this?
Oops wrong number
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