I specifically asked you not to be slutty tonight.
I went with the blow up doll and I'm glad I did.
There's a hand-carved wooden bong in my backpack, and i really wish i could remember last night now.
You refused to come over and kept yelling that you were gonna sleep on a car
I feel like jumping into a breast pit right now. Like the old school ball pits at mcdonalds.
kool aid jammers and 151...our childhood has officially been corrupted.
I just need some dick and some jimmy johns
I'm smoking in a kimono on the couch. Bring me gin.
Do you know how many guys' fantasies I've been told I'm a part of lately?!
Just 2. But still.
Go to a building you've never been before and take a shit. It's marvelous
You can either drink his whiskey or be a bitch. Doing both is just mean.
Was it cause you feel bad for the ridiculousness my vagina goes through because same
Update: pile o Coke party starting at approx 4 - 7 and going until 1ish to celebrate our founding fathers and love of cocaine and hatred of everyone\n
Fuck it, i havent messed around in half a year. I have sexual tension with a fire hydrant.
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
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