The worst part was when my mom got more drunk than anyone else and started doing the Time Warp.
I woke up, not remembering how or when or why i was even there and looked over to find Steph spooning with an adult black man.
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
Yours weakened by children. Mine weakened by a forearm sized cock for 8 years.
i should probably stop thinking with my vagina, and start using that $70, 000 education i can't afford. what the fuck.
First thing on my "to do" list- get sober for community service.
Boys should be on-demand - like, once you select one, he's yours for the next 24-hours
Shitty. Well if it makes you feel any better I just had a toothless wasted crackhead in my bar who was mad because there are TOO MANY FUCKIN TREES in Nantucket.
Nipple rings and loofahs DO NOT mix.
Also I've accepted I am not going to be a catch today. I look like a dead hooker and the remedial work is going to be patchy at best with the shakes I've got.
You just kinda wondered into the street and started screaming at dogs and small children...
I'm actually pretty sure the amount of alcohol I drank last night erased memories from other times in my life.
I woke up spooning with two strangers on Saturday morning... I felt like a sexual sandwich
there's still a lot i don't remember, like why my iphone's nailed to your wall
The weekend was a blur. There was vodka and penises and orgasms. I played a game of Cock Roulette and won big
Randomize
