I'm having a terrible night. Can I sleep over?
Too tired to pretend that I care : (
I asked my mom if I was the drunkest one in the room. With 8 days till I go back to school, I couldn't care less about being shitfaced at a baptism
1 tequila 2 tequila 3 tequila, floor.
*roof
I asked her politely not to touch my dick
Dad had me doing shots of chocolate mint Everclear last night. I've never felt closer to him.
I need an IV, a new head, and stronger morals.
Brett got me a cake with a pic of me shitting
We should. Taco Bell definitely gives me the shits though.
It's girls night. No shame, just febreeze
"Do You Wanna Build a Snowman" came on while I was riding his dick. I had to take a moment.
His cat watched us the ENTIRE time. Every time I glanced over the poor kitty looked at me as if I were pelvic thrusting her father to death.
I'm determined to sit on that face.
He yanked my breathe right strip off in the middle of me riding him.
He doesn't wear a seatbelt. He votes Republican. He has a small dick. That house of cards just fell apart.
Banged a guy with 2 broken arms once. Top that
THE SUN DOESNT SET TIL 647 YAAAAASSSSSSSSSS. Goodbye seasonal depression hello regular depression
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