Is there a reason "Call me when you're legal" is written on my arm? I'm 22..
Having dinner with my dad, watching the news and some AIDS prevention ad comes on. My dad then kindly informs me that he doesn't enjoy the feel of condoms.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
If the world would stop letting me feel invincible I would probably stop doing this shit.
Valuable lesson learned: if you reach the point where you have to talk yourself in to finishing the last half of your beer, you shouldn't try.
Finally buying a camera. Missed out on recording a 3way last night. Hindsight. Ugh.
I don't care how fucking drunk you are, you don't forget wanting to shove a wine bottle up someone's ass.
I asked if he wanted to sext and he just started sending me pictures of his beard.
Going to jail was so much more fun than I thought it would be. I feel like I walked away with more than just a bomb-ass mugshot, I feel like I made some life long friends.
Celebratory bar crawl?
Mehhh. I just tried to type 'extremely', and it auto corrected to 'creek rot'. IT KNOWS WHAT I LOOK LIKE
She has this wild look other eyes like she wouldn't be afraid to commit a felony.
Lesson learned. Don't roleplay with a real knife.
She asked if she should pack the condoms, I told her I plan on drinking so much that it won't be possible.
this periodpocalypse needs to be over. I need head
I found half a candy bar in my bra today... Melted to my nipple. What a mess. It was still good though.
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