"The real world" DC house is on the corner of 20th and S. Wanna come with to check it out? It's my goal to be a blurred out face in their hot tub.
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
He was at the bottom of the stairs showering himself with the popcorn, then eating a few handfuls and running around.
Not a clue. But I did find out that his penis has a British accent.
I just made the pizza guy say helicopter six times in order to get his money. Even he knows how stoned we are.
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
I just looked down and realized I was walking around in briefs and a ninja turtle shirt; and for a second, I thought I was 8 again... Weird...
You are an awesome peach made of glitter.
After we finished having sex, he drunkenly tried to hugh five me, farted, then accused me of stealing his socks.
This is not the first time I've recognized my body is subconsciously trying to make pizza.
I can't control his boners. I can only encourage them.
Thus began an intricate shell game of nude cardigan photos
I was so high I forgot how to swallow food, and I just kept thinking "thank god its just mashed potatoes, they'll go down eventually"
I need mimosas to revive my soul
Cockblock successful. That's for pouring nacho cheese on my flatscreen, asshole.
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