all we did was drink wine and talk about how people who dont have facebook dont exist.
There was a lot going on. It was easy to miss a 70 foot tall puppet.
hi sober isdnt real. this is a mass rtoomate taext i thing. bye
AMAZING.
this weekend destroyed me...my brain feels like the curly fry at the bottom of the bag. GAhhh come save me
that's ecstasy for ya. now I'm kinda in the mood for jack in the box.
somebody put my brain in a crown royal bag and beat the shit out of it
For once I want to have sex without having to google the after effects of it.
I may have to steal the boat sober, but I feel that would be harder to explain.
Ugh I hate you, and the responsible adult life I pretend to have during daylight hours
You were all "think outside the box, inside the bag!" as you filled your camelback with beer.
I haven't filled him in on Operation "find a sugar daddy & suck dick for money" yet, but I'm sure he just wants me to be happy.
All I know is I woke up with his business card in my bra and in my handwriting on the back it says 8 inch.
fuck off. It's 10am and I'm drink gin and ginger ale through a twizzler straw. My life is marvellous
yeah, i thought because of the nature of his job he would have been better at it, but i guess there's a difference between a bagpipe and vagina
I got outsmarted by a door tonight. Twice.
I feel like I got hit by a car. But a small car, like a Beetle or a Mini or something.
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