I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE WE ARE TOO FUCKING ELEVATED.
Me either! Fuck yeah, 12th and something. 12th and hamburger stand.
I asked him if he wanted to go to my place, he said i could go but he was gonna stay
I think he may have overheard our "how much coke would you fuck me for" conversation last night...
let's just pour the lemonade mix into the soco. cut out the middle man.
Did I mention I should never take 5 Xanax and drink?
I sort of figured that out when I found you sitting on the roof of your house saying we could get in through the skylight while I called the locksmith.
She's the second Ashley to meet and blow me in the same night. Sensing a trend.
i've written a new chapter in the saga of unexpected dongs
I guess I'm open to more types of dick now
Let's stay in this weekend and play drinking games to the Winter Olympics.
As long as we can drink anytime we see a stray dog, mafia looking Russian or double toilet.
I bought a vibrating wall dildo with my tax return. You?
My dad told me to bring weed to easter Sunday dinner..
on a scale of one to ten where does vomming from being hungover during a professionalism lecture fit
If waffles and beer don't scream "fuck me!" then I don't know what else to do.
Oral sex and brunch. The perfect sunday morning.
Never going back to jail again. Only time in my life I've ever had a wet dream about jerking it...
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