Getting food. Want anything?
Vagina. Double meat no buns. I have the secret sauce
I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
I got so high last night I started crying because i couldn't stop thinking about how scary space is
This is how scared I get when I ride roller coasters. And how scared I was when I had to poop when I had herpes.
drunk doesn't even begin to explain it. dude called him and said to bring you back because he'd already called dibs.
his fiance had made him a calendar of pictures of her. he asked if he should take it down and i said no. i wanted her to watch.
I was going to call you an awful person for that. but then i realized we're both awful people.
Really* awful people.
I feel like he knows I had a dream about him eating me out in the janitors closet at the holiday party. He's giving me THAT look.
Rain ponchos don't count as shirts at the bar. FYI.
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
he fucked me with his goalie mask on. it was like sleeping with Darth Vader
Dude true life I died at the derby...I lost everyone I knew, went down a bourbon and mud slip and slide, lost my hat, fell off the roof of a porta potty, sprained my ankle and knee and then got arrested.
He dislocated his shoulder trying to finger me last night if that tells you anything
I'm not finished with being a sloppy white girl alcoholic. I didn't postpone having a husband and kids for sober weekends.
Dad hid the hash somewhere in my room and wont tell me where it is until i clean it. My room is spotless. The hash was on the ceiling fan...
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