he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
There's too many weed/neon/felt Sublime posters in this room and someone just put on a Hunter S. Thompson movie. Save me, now.
What kind of soap washes out shame, bad decisions, and whiskey?
Irish Spring?
I think even Ryan Seacrest is disgusted with the thought of Ryan Seacrest getting some.
Went biking. Saw homeless guy beating in the park. Thought of you <3
apparently i was cut off before i even walked in
yea i really dont care about the sex, i just want him to eat my vag. He has to be good at because of his tremors.
If she doesn't judge me for bringing my vibrator in the tanning bed, I know she is a true friend.
I was fed cake in bed and then was pinned down and ridden till I came. And then fed more cake. I'm going to marry Brad. I'll put money on it.
An orgasm and grocery shopping is the appropriate start to every Monday.
We could never date. He doesn't drink and he won't bring me tacos after sex. He's on that healthy life bullshit.
this potential sugar daddy just sent me a photo of him butt naked in the woods saying he wants to "grow our spirits together." so i think i found us a new drug dealer!
I made a separate snapchat account so I could swap nudes with a guy from omegle.
Why do all of your bad decisions sound like fucked up mad libs?
To get him to come she paid for his uber and promised that someone in the house would give him head. it worked
I knew I wanted to marry her when we got in that bar fight and she full-nelsoned a guy while I worked his kidneys. I knew then we had to breed
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