we are driving next to a guy driving and masturbating while looking at a naked magazine. I love LA
i was so drunk that there were 2 of her, and i didn't know which one to fuck
if i hear one more christmas song, i will fucking shoot myself.
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
Watching Blossom reruns on YouTube. Eating Pringles dipped in hot chocolate. Not taking this breakup well.
My mom gave me a book called "why good people do bad things"
I didn't realize you were one of the "good people"
This better be legit desert and not your penis alamode
the outcome of this sandwich determines whether or not i do anything else with my day..
I just brought the toaster out onto the porch to light a cigarette, don't talk to me about being desperate.
He told me I handled myself pretty well considering how drunk I was. He failed to realize that the lollipop I had was one I found on the ground a few minutes before hand.
I'm surprised I don't have a permanent face imprint between my boobs.
Her mom came down to the basement and took shots with us. She's now passed out in a wheel barrow. This party got weird
last night is slowly putting itself back together. Its one giant slutty puzzle, all the pieces are covered in tequila and shame.
He stopped eating me out to remind me to look at the stars
Apparently we fucked, I kicked him out, then he came back and we did it on the coffee table and in the kitchen.
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