White coat. Heels.
Oh just a soda. I'm "driving"
He's either a really good actor or an actual prince, I'm fine with both so I'll sleep with him.
You know how hard it is to drive a dirtbike down a road with 2 plants of weed on your lap. Fucking hard
Meghan got a job at the bar. We're now morally obligated to drink. Is this what dreams are made of?
I hate it when fuck holes buy me drinks at the bar. You don't know my order. You don't know me. You don't know where I've been. You don't know my life.
i think ive crossed the line from sexually frustrated to sexually furious
Home-made laxative recipe: activia yogurt and tequila shots. Any ratio ought to work.
I feel like Jeremy snapchattong while we're fucking is a perfect example of our generation..
And also ice skating can blow me. Goodnight, love you!
Beard. Chest hair. Job.
The holy trinity.
I was so drunk, he put me to bed and went down stairs to hang out with his friends. Apparently, I was curled up in the closet, spooning the dresser when he came back up.
Thanks for making me a drunk burrito last night and cutting it into bite size pieces, I always knew you were a keeper.
That sounds good. I'd totally blow you somewhere quick but im not in the frame of mind to think of a place
Be outside in 5
I didn't have any choice but to cuddle you. Your hair was stuck on my nipple piercing.
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