so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.
My mom came into my room and told me to flip off the tv. I gave it the middle finger. Note to self: STOP SMOKING THIS SHIT
I dont even clean my room anymore .. i drunk proof it for when i come back smashed with a guy
oh hey summer self, welcome to endless thirsty thursdays and walks of shame.
She wasn't to happy when she went to put her shirt on and it was covered in cum I just looked at her and said collateral damage....
She was standing in the road flagging traffic in a tshirt and boxers. I didn't stop.
All she wanted was a cigarette
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
You are the alcoholic guardian angel of raccoons
Just had a 10 minute long conversation with my cat about how if I died, and he needed to eat me to live, I'd totally be ok with it. Definitely still drunk.
Is this a drinking picnic?
Is there another kind?
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
I woke up and my backpack was empty. He used me for sex, and back to school supplies.
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
Hey do you or anyone you know want to get drunk for free? At 4pm tonight at rctc for field sobriety training for future cops
Randomize
