Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
I plan on using my big titties for evil tonight.
is it bad if I use the term bowl as a measurement of time, as in how long it takes to smoke a bowl?
I was so high I thought there were pigeons in my room. Long story short there are now donut crumbs all around my bedroom.
The only piece of furniture in the apartment is a wine rack.
His penis was definitely too big to be the type that wants commitment. Shit.
I've awoken at 3am again, in a night terror, just thinking about how big his dick was.
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
I was drunk petting a fox and taking shots of Jager. That's about as outdoorsy as it gets.
Even worse we were making a sex tape so our reaction to the condom breaking was recorded.
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
So, I have realized that I am kryptonite for married men. I'm not sure how to feel about this sober, but drunk me accepts her destiny.
I bought more beer than I could carry and managed to fit it all in the fridge. It's an alcoholicmas miracle.
Leaving the puke on the ceiling as a reminder.
I have a mild substance abuse problem, but I'm still a functioning member of society. America.
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