You know, sometimes I seriously doubt your commitment to sparkle motion.
we were all standing in the kitchen taking shots and we look over at you and your face is in the plate of spaghetti you were eating.
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
I miss the days of selfishly blowing a load in the condom without her knowing and acting all like "we shouldn't do this" so she would get dressed and leave.
you kept introducing yourself to guys as "never going to happen"
There is an empty space on my boobs where glow paint should be.
Well anything after a French guy would have been a disappointment. But I'm fairly certain he was just trying to masturbate into me.
if I open my eyes, my head will explode. that hungover.
As a gentleman, I asked her if she was sure and she just whispered "wreck me" in my ear. I took that as a green light.
this old dude from the bar is giving me a ride home in a van, his bumper sticker says " don't laugh your kids could be in here" scary world ou here
I'm sorry I keep having sex wth your friends. I'm done, for real. Unless cole is interested. Other than that, I'm done.
Even his sexts are poetic. He said breasts instead of tits so I'm gonna lock this shit down asap
she chased shots of jack with a fucking steak. i'm in love.
And change of plans today, I'm gonna lay in bed and eat taco bell and try not to die. Brazilians another day.
I'm so high that a guy on TV just sneezed and I said "bless you."
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