The bars here don't close until 4!
my legs don't close until 4
I forgot to tell you the best part. The folded up paper he wrote his number on opened up to be a picture of him when he was younger wearing a Columbia tshirt in front of NASA and in pen said his name and "space consultant."
It's now 3:30 and the guy I went home with is showering me with shredded cheese. Nbd.
Apparently it's poor taste to ask for a break up blow job...in McDonald's. Also, that's not the best way to break the news either.
Until you find your self finger banging supergirl in the middle of the dance floor while her friends are passing around for luigi mustache for a photo op, YOU HAVE NOT HIT MY LEVEL
Lets just make a point system, like if we have sex add a point, if they leave after take away a point, if they stay all fucking day take away a point
I would of joined had I not blacked out last night and ran around naked breaking things till 4 am
It feels like I was drinking gasoline last night.
I just can't have sex in the car again. it's just too much
Of course he's seen my tits, I wave those things around like a trump supporter does an American flag
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
he just fucked me for my cheese.
You're not gonna like every guy whose dick I put in my mouth
i just found a lighter in my bra... from last night, and its 7:43pm...
THE SUN DOESNT SET TIL 647 YAAAAASSSSSSSSSS. Goodbye seasonal depression hello regular depression
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