uhhh i just had a guy tell me he's seen more jam bands and done more drugs than i could err imagine. what a turn on.
i don't care who i fucked last night, until im at 43plus im not considering myself slutty
Whatever it was. it was pregnant.
I kind of wish I was already fat. So I could eat all I want and not worry about getting fat. Cause I'd already be at that point.
Tonight when I'm getting a bj from a stripper I'm gonna imagine it's you bobbing down there
idk, it started getting weird when they were looking up videos of lesbian giraffes
In conversation she brought up that she slept with Tucker Max on the UF football field
My boss just told me not to come back to work if I decide to drink. Challenge accepted.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
Dear lord though. So much glitter. It's just a big gay explosion and all of my whore muscles hurt.
I feel like im becoming the girl who only drunk texts him. I would be in the dog house, if situations like this had dog houses.
He has silky zebra print sheets, which you would think he put on just for me, but the bed was unmade. Did I just sleep with a closet case??
I used my iced coffee to ice the bump on my head from last night
The problem is that you are trying to hold on to some dignity. Let it go. I hope your rash gets better.
We ended up shitfaced at the house after the Super Bowl trying to get someone from Scientology on the phone.
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