I just realized last night I drunk-bought a flight to Florida for this weekend...kinda torn between the price and the potential of awesomeness
After Sake bombs he tried to puke into an alluminum beer bottle and shot vomit streaks in a perfect V out the sides of his mouth and hit BOTH girls he had bought drinks for that night. He was like an Icon of Cock-blocking yourself.
Drunkenly auctioned off my bed for 3 tequila shots
Get to the bar. Power hour leading up to the rapture.
Laurln. I am dying. I am npt alive. Adderrall is not a real thing. Death is a rwal thing which I understandably
I puked in a solo cup and then offered it to him. So yeah, it was a rough night.
That boy needs some memories to take back home with him
We proceeded to buy tattoos from the dollar store and interpretive dance to of monsters and men, it's safe to say he's my new fuck buddy
No. No. No. No one's allowed to fuck in the yurt.
is there a line between daddy kink and oedipus complex?
I'm 99% sure I just flashed my dad with my vagina. So that's the new low now.
He totally sucks at sexting. He sent me a clothed shot of his ass captioned "I know this gets you going." What?
Ahh yes. I lost my pants and swimming suit and phone charger. And I've found out who has them all even while hungover. Successful day. Nice party too.
was i wearing any clothes at that point?
socks and a thong
He just told me I was beautiful, whilst I peed into a cup. If this isn't love I don't know what is.
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