The dutch village is so much worse hungover. Fuck them and their wooden shoes.
I texted her sayin "I gotta brush my teethn then Im omw" maybe hint to do the same
then you asked me to turn your jeans into "jorts" just long enough to cover your ballsack
we bribed her with croutons and jello shots.
There's strippers and bear every where so ether you gave me the wrong address or this is the coolest birthday party thrown for a seven year old ever.
I though us hooking up in the field was your way of saying you were an outdoors person
wanna mail me your GoPro for St.Patties and I'll mail it back to you coverend in puke?
Well anyways I still cant believe I don't remember such a monumental day in history as you showing me your boobs... Jesus
I believe in weed hangovers. To say the least.
So I'll be starting a scrapbook from all the mugshots of the guys I've slept with
Your vagina is like Nancy Drew lately.
All I want is some guy to eat me out while I work on grad school things then go on his way
I feel you. I woke up butt naked on top of my sheets with a plate of cheese next to my bed...
Just because I stayed up all night betting on Australian Horse Racing doesn't mean I have a gambling program.
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
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