she uses ice cubes and hums anything I want. Last night was Welcome to the jungle. it wasnt lost on me shes a puma. no shame in that 30+ game.
Even if you were sober, spitters are STILL quitters, end of story.
it's just like freshman year of high school, with more drugs
In a tragic sexting typo, I typed the word "blobjob". Now she's coming over and I have no idea what I'm in for...
You can't use the, "think about your future" line when trying to convince me to save some weed for tomorrow.
Housing is going to charge us for any broken dishes/glassware. Steal as many glasses as you can from the bars tonight. I got the baking dish and 3 plates covered.
I feel like a squirrel prepping for the winter on dollar beer nights.
Maybe your new years resolution should be not to fuck in Sears bathroom anymore.
Not sorry that my walk of shame this morning was barefoot on my scooter.
I slept with an Israeli and a Palestinian in the same day. It feels wrong.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
WEED IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL
That one probably shouldn't have been in caps
Nothing like putting a Percocet up your nose because you spent your night drinking heavily and can't drink water to make you heavily reconsider your life choices
He can't say no, it's my spiritual goddamn quest.
It's difficult when the romantic and the hedonist in me are fighting. I want him to respect me and hopefully pursue an actual relationship, but then I remember he fucks like a GOD and loves my kink. Oh, life's hard.
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