just apologized to a random stranger while waiting in line for coffee. last night was that drunk
they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
hey..i found a takeout box with a half-eaten hamburger in it, the box said to text this number if found...
after eating me out, he asked for something to drink. i gave him a glass of water and he said he needed something stronger.
and then he put stevie wonder on to fuck to...and hummed along as I blew him
i'm sober ask me anything about the civil war
I wore my front clasp bra so he would have to prove his sobriety to me before we had sex.
Alright. I will breast feed the first person to get here.
How do you feel?
Like the devil himself shit me out, baked me into a pie, ate the pie, and shit me out again.
I still smell like men's body wash from that drunken shower I took at that stranger's home last night.
diet's not working. come over. i need someone to fuck the hungry out of me.
I'm sitting on my couch eating a bag of marshmallows and watching someone run bare ass down the street. What has happened to my life?
Just walked by the neighbors and they are definitely butt naked sitting on a bed, watching Netflix, baked out of their minds, with the blinds open.
Welcome to Bellingham.
Apparently my thong was thrown in the cornfield last night. No one will tell me why.
Drinks have officially taken priority over self-respect, and I'm not even all that torn up about it.
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