You made me cry and you don't even care
It wasn't long before I skipped the martini glass and went straight to drinking from the shaker.
Shit. Come in my room. Bring a trashcan and an icepack
she called me a fuckfaceshitdick. not that's creative. it sounds like a crayola crayon, preferrably an orange-brown shade.
Isiahs hammered. And just came in to get his skateboard and said he has to prove something. This can't end well
Level of drunkenness: just now when I sat down on the toilet, I had to double check to make sure I wasn't sitting on somebody's lap.
These margaritas aren't just going to regret themselves.
Its like "fucckkkkk yooouuuuuu" is echoing up my esophagus
tequila?
yep
tell your freshman friends. will trade sexual favors for swipes. ive got dinner tomorrow open and lunch on wed
the bruises from climbing out of the window last night make sitting at my desk impossible. legit excuse to not study right?
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
It's just great that Easter is on 4/20 this year. Now everyone can enjoy the Easter egg hunts. And being around my whole family.
He better be a good lay, these underwear cost $50.
It smells like grilled cheese and sexual frustration
Right after i got done cumming i sat back and gave a big Ric Flair "WOOOOOO!"
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