we're blogging at a bar
i don't care who i fucked last night, until im at 43plus im not considering myself slutty
do you ever lay in the bath and watch the blood hit the water?
EWW. Don't discuss your period with me. You can go shave your back now.
I'm at the cafe. It's 7am. There is a girl I don't know on my futon who tried to tickle me this morning when I got down from my loft. I also not wearing any underwear.
Do you not remember you showing everyone in the bathroom your period stained underwear? I'd say you were pretty happy it came
I slept face down in the dirt because I wanted to go camping?
We somehow managed to get the sumo-wrestler costume into the washing machine, but I don't think the cupcake icing completely came off... And it still smells like tequila.
Please delete that video of me blowing you. I will repay you with 100 blowjobs even better than the one I gave you during that video. Please. I am gonna be a grandma one day.
An image of us stuck like that like Pompeii comes to mind. A wonder for future anthropologists
I just really don't even know what I would do with a boyfriend... Like do I just kiss it and then leave it in the corner? Like how often does it eat??
Well just give me the address, I'll bring the bourbon. If they let that into mental institutions
Liquor has joined the party. Aly just fucking yelled "I LOVE COOKING" and poured margarita mixer, ice and tequila into the blender.
It's like the hunger games, but we're gonna bone each other instead of kill each other
We put you in the box and you started to cry, that's how high you were.
God gave you your own nipples for a reason.
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