I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
He was actually able to throw up in the bucket from the top bunk. im impressed.
So I'm pretty sure I fucked the dept of homeland security guy on my kitchen table. No recollection of it, but there are signs.
it was like, one of those nights where you keep going back to the fridge because you just can't get full. except, with sex.
He still lectured me about forgetting shit. Than he said he's gonna paint me green so I can stand in a corner and be a plant.
I'm mentally preparing my vagina for this semester. It's fucking welcome week. I'm going to be talking to her all night.
We were making condiment sandwiches, then her husband kept trying to get me to sleep with her. I hate being the only lesbian at the party.
It's like if you got one of your titties chopped off...think of how much one would miss the other...that's how I feel when we're apart. A tit with no twin.
I have a hunch Mama J got around.
Am I allowed to say that about my own mom?
My dream of watching a live dick sword fight might never be realized now. Currently sobbing, shots to follow
So much Jack, so little girl.
You were a cyclone of alcohol and bad decisions - like a gay Tazmanian devil
And for some reason every time I get drunk I just want to tell you that I have a mini secret personal fan club of your dick
I sent him a blank text because I didn't want to "drunk text" him.
You’ll (maybe) appreciate that I picked at my ingrown hair again. Quarantine updates are getting BLEAK.
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