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.
When he was fingering me, it felt/looked like he was digging around for pocket change.
Opportunity cost of getting to econ after a night on the town > marginal benefit of attending class
Going to a jewelry store high is not a good idea. I look like mr.t's wife.
So you really have to stop introducing me to girls and afterwards saying "he has his dick pierced" let them find out for themselves
Do they take checks?
Did you really just ask me if you could write a check for a DRUG DEAL?
I'm actually agreeing with glenn beck. What the FUCK was in that margarita?!
Hey, can you come over and kill me real quick
Please don't be alarmed by the blood on my arms and phone in the morning. It's not mine.
his name is devion and he has a voice like velvet and handcuffs
Seriously, this trumpet player gives me chills. Might be the drugs.
Naked. naked and bneed help.
we fucked in the backseat of my car at the observatory, right under the stars. it was a starry, orgasmic filled night
Two old ladies openly mocked me this morning at drunk breakfast. Is it time to reevaluate my life choices?
Okay. Did I say I did anything unusual? Because I usually do weird stuff. Did I clean mirrors? My mirrors are really clean, and I think I remember having windex..
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