Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
a lady just got escorted out of the bar because she came in carrying a can of gasoline while smoking a cigarette....this place is the definition of class
he came on my stomach, took his sock off, wiped it up, put his sock back on along with his shoes and left.
She wants an explanation of my cousins creepy foot fetish with my god sister. i don't know how I can sum this up in a text.
I'm currently day drinking, studying and making corn. Don't tell me what I can't do.
It's official. I am the girl who threw up in the library. Hangovers and midterms do not mix.
The thing is that despite the high paying career and the increased responsibility, my life hasn't changed that much. Only instead of blacking out on $2 wells at some dive I blackout on top shelf martinis in a suit. Oh and only on Fri & Sat nights. Being 30 doesn't suck as bad as everyone led me to believe.
P.s. remind me to tell you about the porno that Paul envisioned starring you. It's wizard of oz themed.
Found a grenade pin. Still no Dave.
I want everyone to love me, and THEN I will choose who gets to eat me out all the time.
I'm not worried. All I have to do is not be the drunkest painter at 8:00. Golden.
I just dumped bong water and Bacardi out of my purse into the trash can. Everything in my purse is soaked. I hate Sundays.
I mean it's a good blow job, but it's not worth the four hour round trip.
Go have sex with him right now! Drunk sex is the best sex.
I know but these gold fish are so much better
I had sex with two guys in one day. One on my grandma's couch, one on a golf course. This is the greatest post-surgery accomplishment I could ask for.
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