so heres a good story. about 6 hrs ago i took a bath with bruce blasting. and 6 hrs later i woke up still in my bathtub but in cold water
the fair has chocolate covered bacon...impossible is nothing.
I'm like a warm blanket that has sex with you
officially spring now- first drug bust of the season across the street.
Is it just me or did a policeman park your car last night?
its so hard to text. the buttons are tickling my fingers
This girl has a mullet weave. I missed oakland.
His search history includes homemade sex toys and a plunger. I'm scared about what goes on in their place.
I'm just gonna stay I'm bed where it is warm and cozy and nobody knows me as the girl that puked on a stripper
There was a trampoline and tequila. It was glorious.
she came into my car to rip lines with our blow dealer as I was writing my essay on anti drug policy, i call it on site research
I'm spring cleaning all of the fuck boys out of my life.
Also. I think I just got sentimental over a nude
I swear to god he thought my ass was a bag of wine last night.
all I remember is grinding on everyone in the room regardless of gender and quoting the lion king non-stop. We need to stop buying Jameson.
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