your room smells of hookers.
And success
that's just what I need...drunk ass people throwin hatchets in the dark.
My epitaph should read "Margaritas: she never learned"
This is so fucking sad. Netherlands isn't even a real country.
If I wanted to fuck someone, I'd go for John. I'm meeting Bryan cuz I wanna get to know him better. And eventually fuck him. But not this Tuesday.
Her parents walked in on us. So for my birthday they bought me a blow-up doll with their daughters face on it. I don't know what to think right now.
We almost died tonight..we almost die every night. but tonight was the closest by far
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
he had me stop mid-blow job to make me use my phone to id a song on the radio..
i wasnt really sure how to responde to that.
I woke up to a head of lettuce on my nightstand, someones Honda abandoned in my yard, the cat partially shaved, and a empty bottle of sailor hanging by a scarf from the rafters. Oh, and 26 people apparently came though and rubbed my back in the process of the night. Happy 23rd to me!
Where did this racoon skin hat, stop sign and bag full of tacos come from?
Narnia or $5 pitcher night either way
You just said the word 'slut' out loud in your sleep and then made a moaning noise
I wanna go back to school and change my major to psych just to make a case study out of her
Hey, remember that time a week ago when we walk-of-shamed literally down the Vegas Strip at 8:45am and I had one broken heel?
You kept sayin "its alright, I'm pre-med" to everything we said. EVERYTHING.
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