texts from washington
(304): Only Jon could get an entire commuter train to chant “Ride! Jon! Home!” to get a girl in bed.
texts from washington
(610): There two guys dressed as FEMA workers with jump-suits that say “Post-Disaster Breast Examination Division”
texts from washington
(358): I don’t think I even want to know why you are sending my husband pictures of your nutsack.
texts from washington
(515): It’s blow job season.
I would like to apologize for the lack of updates. All three of us are swamped with school and the election. However, if you submit us texts or pictures or both, we’d be happy to create something for you!
texts from washington
(270): him being a republican bothered me way more than his coke problem.
texts from washington
(614): We just shotgunned beers for America
texts from washington
(336): christmas break will be like the 25 days of orgasms
texts from washington
(615): Girl, that was the last night of 2012 for me and I have buried that night deep deep away..
texts from washington
(616): Romney sounds like a middle school girl and that creepy ass smile makes me want to close my blinds
