I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! Live in the flesh!
They live so far away from me that not fucking them both would have been financially irresponsible
There's a Sam Adams brew house. How were we not supposed to go
I'm not gonna lie. having my legs shaved for me in the morning was a lovely surprise.
Selling Girl Scout Cookies outside bars for higher than retail value has got to be the most profitable idea. Ever.
fuck your need to drink for whitney a thousand times last night.
...Saturday night. Get your dick ready. We are going to go nuts. I want to have sex fucking everywhere.
Note to self: do not ride giant beanbag chair down stairs.
Id fuck him but only at his house and he had to stay im bed till i left. He only works upper body. It just creeps me out how tiny his legs are
Is this a drinking picnic?
Is there another kind?
I think the sex rug burn on my back is infected, can you check it out when you get home?
I need to stop agreeing to hang out with people when I'm drunk.
Whose panties are you wearing on your head and why are you sending me pics of it?
I forgot that I'm high because of how high I am.
The heart wants what the heart wants, and once again it’s a guy with brown hair, wears a chain, and has a nicotine addiction.
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