4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
i cant remember past the part when we filled his tub with skittles.
Pregaming for shuffle board at 10 AM. I love spring break.
sitting on the counter. eating honey. crying, because coldplay sounds beautiful on the radio. highhhhh as the sky
It was perfect I came I passed out in his comfortable bed then a glass of jack Daniels fell from the bed post and spilled all over my face
Just orgasmed in traffic. Starting to have feelings for my commute.
Spilled red wine all over my bed. This has to be the fiftieth time ive refused to fall asleep without a drink in my hand
I feel like everyone would be happy with that as a present too. "Oh you got me pussy for Christmas?! How'd you know?!"
i would rather have had this happen at a time when i wasnt tripping out on shrooms
On the bad side I puked, but on the bright side I puked lettuce which was a new experiance
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
Thought about it. I'm gonna go to work, but I'm gonna tell them I wrestled a bear saying I fell just isn't working.
then you dropped a clam in a draught beer like it was a drop shot and and started chugging as beer spewed all over your body.
the cops drove by and you were on your back in the middle of the side walk with your arms and legs in the air yelling that you were a dead bug .
I'd invite you over to drink but then I wouldn't be drinking by myself.
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