Uhhh...do I owe you any money? Or an apology? Or anything?
I just got hit by a car. I'm fine; I'll be to the bars in about 15
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
Tidal wave of highness just hit. Find shelter and catnip. gloves. zebra striped car washes.
I think the world is coming to an end. Earthquakes, huricanes, floods, and now you say you LOVE him. Im building a shelter and going into hiding.
Did I actually say goodbye last night or did I just poison you with vodka and disappear?
You know what? I bet HE would do stormtrooper roleplay with me. I'm in.
I was drunk petting a fox and taking shots of Jager. That's about as outdoorsy as it gets.
He never broke character while fucking me on the neighbor's lawn. I give him a 10 for his dedication to the British accent.
i swear, you were born with a blunt in one hand and somebody else's wallet in the other.
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
and i do believe that will be the last time you send me a photograph of our mother in her underwear.
I had to ask him for a dick pic. Do you know how refreshing that was?
The power of my boobs compel you
he had a bulletproof vest and a pocket full of lollipops! how was i suppose to say no.
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