You keep asking me questions like I have this magical thing called a memory
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
Also, just grabbed a bunch of "tuxedo black" condoms. formal, anyone?
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
We turned everything surrounding BP and the oil leak into a "that's what she said" drinking game. We've been drunk for a month
My cousin had a baby so we have to look at it. Apparently the event is byob
He just did blow off my nipples. He's not serious about his girlfriend.
The heaters out again. Makin a fire in thebroke toilet for warmth.
we went to get a refill in his room and ended up having sex and passing out. then he woke me up with sex and gave me a beer for breakfast. i never want this to end
she never specifically said NOT to fuck her boyfriend so technically we can still be best friends
animal crackers drenched in taco bell mild sauce... surprisingly delightful
breakfast of champions
breakfast of stoners
I'm truly not mad that he's at a strip club, it's that he couldn't look far enough into the future to figure out how to get himself home from one
btw im having a "its finally warm enough for a bbq in Toronto" party tonight. bring all the alcohol you have. and hamburger buns.
Ate 3 ghost peppers and chased them with Everclear last night. Currently on the toilet cursing the universe and everyone in it.
I kept my extra Molly pill in my wallet in the change part, that's also where I keep my body jewelry while I'm working. The nose ring punctured the pill essentially coating itself in MDMA. My nose ring is back in my nose. This could be entertaining
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