Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
you used to get mad at me for mentioning 'unprotected sex' and happenings in my bed
well yeah, but then i realized the wisdom of your ways.
I vomitted in the hotel where they film gossip girl last night. Everywhere.
Its like after 6 beers, the clap doesn't scare me anymore.
I don't care how hot he got, I can't get past the PTSD flashbacks of the first time he fingered me
He wears a hat. All the time. Even during sex. And I'm okay with that.
Also: how drunk is your brother? He just left me a message as batman.
If she says "This is how acid feels" one more time I'm never trip-sitting them again.
So. I need to gloat. I couldn't exactly tell my family that I won this game by deep throating.
Just found dollar bills in my sheets. What part of the weekend am I forgetting?
He put chocks of wood in front of his doors to stop me from leaving. I'm not nearly drunk enough for that to be appropriate behaviour.
I think we've entered a low point in our relationship when I'm sending you pictures of pubic hair designs "because they're funny"
yknow last night was like... the third night in a row alex woke me up to make sure i wasn't dead and tbh it's sorta sweet.
You walked in on us hooking up, hugged me, high fived him and unhooked my bra.. You claimed to be helping
Wasted. And I have 5 pounds of potatoes that I'm responsible for.
Randomize
