so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
Don't worry. I just took 2 benadryls and beat off. I'm practically sleep texting
What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again.
Picture this: me driving down 183 throwing up into a towel. I just hit rock bottom.
Did you high five my face last night?
Yes. Yes I did.
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
he didn't stitch me up last time. in fact, he yelled at me for bleeding.
You missed the winter stoner olympics last night....I got the gold in blunt rolling
I'm glad your nude photos turned out "classy" but you cannot hang them in the living room.
Yes, bail money means jail. It also means lie to dad, do it now.
He texted his hospitalized grandma while inside me, so really a perfect gentleman.
I haven't had a bra on since I quit my job.
I'm driving to his house to eat chicken and hopefully have an orgasm
That's how pantless uber rides happen
When he pulled out it sounded like a balloon deflating
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