Sorry, I don't speak sober.
Remind me to tell you the "if you give a mouse a special brownie" story when you get back
I think I'm going to make a pina klonopin before class.
It's official. The summoning powers of my vagina are unmatched by anything in this world.
Haha pretty bummed I didn't stay night yesterday after the bj fest you described
For her birthday she wants to, " try something different with our butts a funnel and a bottle of whiskey"
After so many times of carrying your puked covered clothes home in a bag on a Tuesday morning, you begin to realize that Fucked Up Mondays aren't a real thing.
Travis is back on this booty and burgers thing. If I'm his delivery service for food he better fuck me how I want.
Watching her eat just hurts me
I don't know what's worse the the fact he has worn a protective cup for last 3 years in fear of being kicked in the balls. Or the fact that the one day he decides to throw caution to the wind and doesn't wear it and actually gets kicked in the balls.
Who in tha hell do u hang out with?
I gave his daughter swim lessons and in exchange he sold me an ounce. I feel so accomplished.
I'm like a saiyan, every time I get trashed I come back stronger
just call my name and ill be there, if we are puking, beating up bitches, or pickin up men, OR avoiding wierd men, so many situations require a wingman
so, i take that as a legit invitation into his pants
Bruise count after new years, 7. 2018 is looking up.
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