Wooohooo! I'm sitting in the car like a creep watching people walk in and out of Blush. Lots of happy people.
The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
I'm skipping the 'hey, how are you, I have to pick up something pointless at your apartment' excuse and just telling you I'm coming over to fuck.
Is this a genuine concern or are you just high?
JUST BECAUSE I'M HIGH DOESN'T MEAN ITS NOT GENUINE CONCERN.
She just admitted to me that she was a pinecone.
Well im sitting on a futon on a porch at 1:30 in the afternoon drinking boxed wine out of a pint glass next to a chick with a homemade neckbrace. What do you think?
I'll be there with bells on. And by "bells" I mean "jäger bombs". And by "on" I mean "being poured down my gullet".
He said "you speak American pretty good for a Canadian" and it took everything in me to still fuck him. Dry spell ended btw
Paige is home safe.
Actually, she's here now, punching me in the face. You should've kept her keys.
Charles Manson is Getting Married and I stare down at my tits and wonder how I am possibly single.
And two different second-graders said my make up was pretty. It's left over from last night bc I woke up 5 min before I was supposed to leave.
can you come here so we can have really loud sex? the girl upstairs walks so loud i want her to know how it feels
of course
Had a one night stand and didnt remember the guys name until he started sending me poems in the mail.
I didn’t want a minivan, but I have to admit it’s made it a lot easier to hook up with the dilfs at soccer tournaments
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