I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
we need to find that guy that whips out his cock at the bar again
When I woke up in the parking lot today I decided it is not a good idea to hang out with you anymore.
There were 4 naked women demanding my presence. Of COURSE I got into the pool.
Let's make a pact to never get in a cab at 3am together unless it's to go home or for pizza.
Last thing I remember was you straddling a guy in a wheelchair on the dance floor.
Last awkward moment of 2011: your ex gf grinding on me in front of her husband.
I swear with his long flowing hair and god-like body he looked like Jesus, a bong hitting Jesus
Weekend plan is a big bag of dope, delivery food, Bollywood marathon and masterbating my dick raw.
It was like an ecstasy filled massage for my vagina.
That's the best compliment I have ever received.
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
I woke up to my bra draped over his lamp and a huge bump on my head. apparently, I face planted while having sex in the shower..
You were a for sure 10. You put on a traffic cone to meet someone.
I wish everyone could suck his dick. It was an honor.
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