I don't know if it's her mysterious past or atrocious grammar, but I think I'm in love.
Googled "can you put dry ice in your drink?" I'm safee
thank you for introducing me to everyone on chat roulette as I was passed out.
I'm making a conscious effort to limit my spending at the bars...i wrote "FOR CAB ONLY" on a $20 last night
Party at my house. Liquor pinata. Your presence is required.
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
I don't know what he did to me, but he did it wrong. I think my pelvis is broken. I cant even drive without it hurting. What. The. Fuck.
We can't be fuck buddies. You stare into my eyes while we fuck.
His dick is as big as my 7" heels... Awkwardness is forgotten.
That moment when you can't decide if you should vote for the random frat guy you have head to at the beginning of the semester for business and technology senator.
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
... Okay, fine. But I don't want to be a better person tonight. I'll be a better person tomorrow.
See I insist I'm not a groupie and then I say things like "will bang for a backstage pass".
You know, you could always move. Lol somewhere without gators, water moccasins, and Marco Rubio.
Jus pulled over and stole. Corn out of a. Field. ... get on my level
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