I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
elementary school lunch room party. everyone brings their own lunch and can trade stuff. all juice is booze.
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
he wont speak to me right now because i told him it must suck knowing he'll never be as good as edward cullen..idiot.
I went to his work to give him some blankets and ended up blowing him in the bathroom. See what happens when you don't come over?
As a female I reserve the right to put my ipod in my cleavage because I have no pockets and not get judged by other girls right??
And in my birthday dress, with my friends, i peed on myself in line for the club. Still went in and partied. I remember pieces
I made him ride the giant pony statue in my friends little sisters room before i let him get in the bed.
Trust me I was high for like 5 years...I got this
Like, actually questioning if you ate dog shit last night
you are not my drinking buddy, you are my drinking enemy.
Super awkward that I just now realized I added no verb to the first statement about super hero porn. We were watching it, not making it. Clarity.
I was apparently the best non-Irish person at the party. I wore my skating dress, Austrian flag and a giant shamrock. Everyone is calling me "30 Shots Girl".
hell or highwater he WILL get a blowjob in the hammock before the end of summer.
I just want you to know when I bang him in the back of my car later I'll have pony by ginuwine on repeat
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