You hurt me so bad and it feels so good
things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
you ended the night by relentlessly sucking on my hips bone and hand demanding milk. you said it was because you were a tiger
you might want to delete the history when you're done using the computer at work. did you ever find out what the white balls in your throat were?
my cup is half full, half full of rum.
She is two pictures of justin bieber away from being blocked from my news feed
If I was there, I'd make you a vicodin spiked sandwich.
Also, do you think you think his dick is perfect bc you loved him? Or is it actually perfect?
The guy in front of me got in the club with his green card, that's awesome
I can't remember much about walking home last night. I think I kicked a dog.
Send me the video of myself under the polar bear skin. It's important.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
the conference was great. we had to hide the acid in a planter in front of the department of agriculture though
I've never seen so much of my blood outside me. After the initial shock it was kind of cool.
I don't trust him but hanging out with him might be fun
he's literally satan but yeah probably
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