yeah you're probably right.. i should stop equating love with getting naked on a webcam for him.
You sprayed lysol all over me. You said that my soberness was infecting your night.
In chronological order you drank, sang, smoked, napped, threw up, cried, laughed, described your pubic area, passed out. You have abused the privilege to use me as your D.D.
Sign out of Gchat. Right now my gchat list is entirely girls I've slept with.. and you. You are fucking up my gchat chi.
Its not college unless your study breaks were to go throw up from blacking out the night before
If I can't get slightly excited by the thought of his face between my legs then I know I can never sleep with him.
He's laying next to me passed out dressed as a hooters girl
I bet he's a super pretty hooters girl
that's right. bitches got laser pointers. let's fuck shit up
also dude totally apologize for the whole drunken "want something in my mouth" text
antibiotics and champagne: breakfast of champions
She told me she loved my new hairstyle. I told her its called head head.
And in that, my finest lazy stoner moment, I used my cleavage to hold my bowl steady while I packed it laying down in bed.
I'm like a saiyan, every time I get trashed I come back stronger
I just announced to Denny's that I'm not wearing a bra.
I don't know if I'm having early flu symptoms, a miscarriage, or am badly hungover. Web md agrees.
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