I can already tell this is gonna be one of those parties where we sit across the room and text about people.
Squirrels and blue jays and dove-like things. They're just frolicking around in my backyard. I wanna be like them.
you kept falling over in mid-conversation and you just got right back up as if nothing happened...
Ps. The strap-on in the pic i sent you last night was not mine. Just wanted to clear that up.
I'm questioning the dried chocolate syrup on my tits.
I think I ate my cheesy fiesta potatoes cup.
Delete that photo of me. My ass looks WAY to good it in to be on Facebook for everyone to see. You gotta earn that shit.
If you're still up for that roadtrip, I managed to end up in Louisiana and could use a ride home.
Oh, that was the alley that I ate a pine cone in.
Everyone is like kids first day of school and I'm over here like I need to stop sleeping with random
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
The hair on my legs is officially flapping in the breeze when I walk. I must say, being single does have perks and this is one of them.
I found a hot kiwi last time and sucked his dick. That's what rooftop bars are made for.
Life lesson... stop having side pieces that know each other...ffs.
Btw I appreciate you as a friend for taking the time to validate my sluttiness
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