We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
im just going to wait until i dont feel like the grim reaper is having sex with me
the bathroom floor of the diner looks a lot different when you're not rolling around and puking on it.
I got used. This is the happiest day of my life. I was just a huge cock and that is all she needed.
the story is to long to tell you via txt so when you notice the tattoo on your ass call me.
our conversations pretty much only consist of the phrase 'fuck you'. and the sex is fantastic. we've got a great thing going here.
He's blaming gravity for his problems right now, so put that in perspective
I knew it was a good Wednesday night when I woke up tucked in to NOT my own bed with my beer helmet, an empty bottle of Jose, and a trash can placed in front of my face.. Happy 20th!
I just compared his sexting to a plate of spaghetti. And he STILL wants to sleep with me.
Can you technically cross something off your bucket list if you don't, per say, remember it....?
Look at the picture I MADE him take with me...like why??? He's holding my foot?
Next time you decide to go downstairs hungover, please warn me. I now have to explain to twenty eight year olds why you were naked.
Her mom came down to the basement and took shots with us. She's now passed out in a wheel barrow. This party got weird
I tried to cut you?! I'm sorry! PS where's my hair?
at the time fanning him with a dish tray seemed like a good idea but when we found it buried in the dirt the next morning i questioned our judgement. needless to say he still threw up even with the extra breeze.
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