So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
Let's pretend this is a good idea before I change my mind.
I forgot how hot balto sounded
he asked me if i would dance for him to make it easier for him to jack off. does that answer your question.
No, the weekend was great. It was the waking up in the pond in the raft without an oar that sucked. That fucking water is cold at 7am.
I mean it was his birthday. How was I supposed to tell him he could not wear a sombrero while we bang.
I deleted his number so I had to go into my old voicemails which are saved through my gmail and search his name... Never underestimate the resourcefulness of a drunk girl on a mission for dick
Both of our knuckles were split open this morning when I came out of the blackout, the column on the porch has two new cracks in it, were like the redneck Super Smash Bros.
Is it too early to start pregaming for St. Patty's?
We were still up at 6am, taking shots, because thats apparently how he liked to "get the day started".
If you don't wanna wax my ass just say so.
I woke up in some kids room and he introduced me to his friends at breakfast as "Monica" so I just went with it.
Ugh, I should just give up, and fuck him in a parking lot, and shave my head and walk naked through the streets of King's Landing.
Drunk me commented on almost all of her pictures. My favorite one is titled "be as the sea". My comment is "cold, rough, large and letting anyone come inside you. you accomplished." Guessing I'm not invited to the party anymore.
Well it might’ve been because you asked to play What Makes You Beautiful at the club
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