Was just hit on by a guy with 2 kids and one was named Rocky. I need to get out of Buena Park.
i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
i need a wealthy benefactor or a cocktail job. or to start stripping. or kill myself. whatever.
the fact that you could barely do more than slur incoherent sentences didn't stop you from correcting her grammar
You can't use the, "think about your future" line when trying to convince me to save some weed for tomorrow.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
We broke into the space center. If i go to jail I wanted to tell you, you have a fantastic dick. Use it wisely.
I pissed myself at the bar so I threw away my wet underwear and kept partying... you act you've never done that before
That doesn't mean I'm a slut. Unless McFlurries are involved.
I will rub McFlurries all over you.
I am the sex elephant in the room. Again.
And then we can spend New Year's Day sprawled across the tiles watching greys anatomy and puking into the bushes over the balcony. It'll be great
I found you walking along the street hammered. You walked up said hi and handed me a beer.
Black magic does not go near my vagina, it's a rule
All I need is to get out and get laid
Yeah mom sounds like a good idea! Now send that message to the person it was ment for
You know you're getting old when you pick up hot sorority girls at the bar, and they write down their phone number, and under it 'we're great babysitters!'
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