margs and chips and queso make the world go round
well and inertia
I had a good time, probably would have a bigger headache today if you were in town.
he would probably call me "ma'am" when he's inside me. people love saying weird shit inside me.
i realized really quickly that drinking a bottle of vodka and 3 crystal light packets wasn't the best idea i've ever had
Sober me does NOT approve of what went on in my pants last night.
i still can't believe we survived that barcrawl. the third bar had bullet holes and we still went in.
The moment you ate chicken nuggets out of your purse you were my hero.
Where the hell did i get chicken nuggets from
He's single. I'm single. We should rekindle our eighth grade romance over a box of wine and carefree sex.
I don't know what it was about last night, but every bar that i went to there was at least one girl there that i had done something with. I'm sure the girl that i went with knew because they all grabbed my penis and told me to call them.
I couldn't tell if they ere dancing or fucking but they won the costume contest
I don't really want to have sex with him, I'd just want him in a threesome. Does that make sense?
He told me we shouldn't hang out because it would be weird and then snap chatted me a picture of his dick
He seems like a super lonely dude. I bet if I gave him a picture of my tits he wouldn't make me turn in this paper.
That Kevin guy is something else...His penis is fucking glorious. And he has a way with words. If he lived here I'd be the conductor of the fuck caboose. I mean literally I would never want to get off that thing.
you know what? fuck you, fuck your nana, and ESPECIALLY FUCK THE BLACKHAWKS.
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