I just wanted to let you know that if you dont tell me to stop texting i will still keep on trying, you matter to me
restraining order is on its way, crazy bitch
I could write a book called "things that come out of my vagina"
I didn't realize how hung over I was until I rolled over and the world rolled over with me.
I think his parents are learning english from the phrases I shout during sex.
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
boobs and vodka. thats all i can remember, finals week needs to stop ending like this..
in my defence, i did try to get you to put your shirt back on, then you screamed at me to stop telling you what to do
I didn't ride the struggle bus so much as drive it backwards off a cliff.
Yep. How's your hangover?
It's like I fucked its sister and it's getting back at me.
I gasped. Both pairs of lips did.
So when this rash is gone wanna hang out?
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
You were crying hysterically
So that's why my heels were in the oven...
have fuck
*fun
actually forget it have a fuck too it'll do you good
sorry didn’t mean to call you, i was just trying to put the t-rex emoji beside your name
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