Yo dont text me then not text me
let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
So basically our separate showers turned into one shower, to save water, which turned into a bath, which turned into sex on the bed, which turned into drinking beer in the bed, and thats what the stain is from... bud light. sorry.
I'm getting flash backs of last night. They're coming in song form.
I don't think he knows what shame means anymore. He gave some bar slut his sisters Tiffanys necklace, in exchange for anal.
I really just want to stuff him in my purse, take him home, feed him pudding or applesauce and brush his hair. That's not creepy, right?
I pulled some girls weeve trying to pull the stop cord on the bus
Man, I wish they all looked like that. Your vagina deserves to have a nice frame around it, and God's signature at the bottom.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
Nhl reached an agreement. I plan on getting me some celebratory sex from a hockey player.
I'm surprised they let us keep partying at that hotel bar, that's like the 3rd time I've had to try blocking the view of him peeing off the balcony. I earn my free drinks.
All I know is I got on a table at late night and sang gotta go my own way
mom how many of the songs from my childhood are mexican drinking songs?
all of them.
She was blowing me like a porn star and all I could think was "you just told me your grandfather is dying in hospice right now"
And remember people can't hear you kick ass in space
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