I think I'm in Tiajuana
You are not in Tijuana. I saw you an hour ago
I could be
i wonder if she has dreads down there too...
Pls stop me from telling anyone else my broken blood-vessel + splint are "climax-related" injuries.
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
His housemate was playing a sad violin solo for me on my way out. God I hate musicians.
I don't think I have ever puked up that much free breakfast in my life...thank god for Nickle Beers.
I would also like to inform you that I can no longer lay on my back because my tailbone is bruised from the nightstand. Good job.
We snorted a line of cocaine and xanax, and then played a game of Backgammon. It was surprisingly therapeutic.
Just woke up to find myself cooking eggs on the imaginary stove in my room.
He snuck out of bed at 9 am and came back with pizza and a bottle of wine. I think I'm in love!
your love of good penises attached to ugly faces is disgusting and slightly disturbing.
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
He wouldn't let me leave his house until he made me orgasm once for every year I've been alive. The birthday sex song did not prepare me for this.
We got a standing ovation as security was escorting us out of the ballpark, it was a proud moment
Haha I'M GOING TO MISS HIS PENIS SO MUCH. But not his bipolarness.
3.5 bazillion penises. So not that hard to find a new good one
Randomize
