I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
Is it sad i was sitting here thinkin how i would only fuck Rob Pattinson if he was glittery at said time.
and my herpes radar will keep us safe
I seriously think I have a tan line on my stomach from getting a boner while in the taning bed.
I actually had no interest in him until he started talking about his 4 arrests. That made him go from a 5 1/2 to a 8, easily.
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
did we decide the 'sorry about the threesome' cake was too flippant?
There is an empty space on my boobs where glow paint should be.
Also I walked home in over mitts \nLet's take a minute to really laugh about that
I'm never drinking again. I saw way more penises than I ever cared to see last night. And I've decided that I'm going to live in Scotland.
I need an explanation for both of these epiphanies.
I should send him a pic of my crotch with the caption "thanks for the memories"
Remember that time a drunk Dracula took a shit in the urinal? Ooh, that's right, it was last night.
It's cool dude. The dank is in the form of premade smores with honey grahm crackers, marshmallow cream and 420 brand choc. bars. NV weed laws have nothing on me.
I need to align my fucking chakras
Man the amount of drugs being done at a wedding with a bunch of surgeons was disturbing
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