Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
I just want to know how you cleaned her puke off the twister mat with no gloves. And didn't throw up
Tequila bombs in champagne seemed like a good idea at the time.
Sorry about blasting sandstorm on a loop when i left for work this morning. But maybe this will teach you to not come home trashed on a tuesday night with some chick and have loud sex till 4 in the morning. The walls are thin, remember?
and now there are teeth marks on my dick.
Drinking vodka straight from my water bottle because of the debate. I just need to forget.
I accidentally sent him a snapchat of my boobs and now we're going on a date tomorrow... Could be worse.
I want to get up and tell you that smells delicious but I'm struggling with the idea of pants
I joined the mile high club last night. I ran a mile while high on coke. It was glorious
I think I'm at a stage of my life where I subconsciously purposefully fuck everything up just to see if I can find a way out of it.
I feel like I don't show you my boobs enough. And you deserve to see them like all the time
No fucking Jell-O shots or meth. Those are the rules
sex on a trampoline, in the rain, on ecstasy, just thought you should know.
Let's say we can see the evolution of our "relation" by his name in my phone. Pizza slice emoticone. Pizza guy. Jordan. Jo. Jackhammer Pizza Guy. Jockhammer pizza guy.
I'm going to use this quarantine time to improve my blowjob skills.
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