So. Did i wake up at 430, try to drive home, stop to throw up at a shell, and try to clean out my car and drop my keys in a full dumpster? Yes.
dude i'm inner monologue high
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
She made me cum so hard I couldn't hear for half an hour after
Matt is in the hospital again. the night nurse text me asking not to bring the boombox again. is it sad or awesome that they are starting to know us?
i will see naked twins by the end of the night. that's all i know
I vaguely remember chanting "USA" at the pool when we were talking to the Frenchies.
We were pointing at fat people and chanting USA.
You left for an hour, then walked up to us at the bar, pulled 80 dollars out of your bra and yelled " drinks are on him".
I was the girl at the bar last night passing out free condoms and making sure everyone knew how to use them to keep the population down
How bout we save the 40s for when we FINISH the project this time..
You pretty much lost your mind. Your ego has gotten ten time the size of your balls.
His dick is magical but I don't want to die in this blizzard do you see my dilemma
He doesn't have much of a personality but he makes up for it with his sexual prowess
keeper.
Please wake up and help me figure out how I woke up on the floor with my head under the couch
And by "have lunch together" you mean me giving you a blow job in the back of your Tahoe, right?
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