I'm to the point in my high that every song eventually turns into Lady Gaga
She begged me for sex again. I felt like I was telling a homeless person I didn't have any change.
Just threw up at the bar from the heat. Fun change of pace.
He spent the entire date challenging me to chugging contests.
she just blew up the empty bag of wine and used it as a floatation device.
They left me passes out in the food donation bin with an empty handle and a half eaten box of nutter butters
At least I'm doing lines with a notecard. That counts for something right
I think I reached some stage of aging, have a sore/injured shoulder from sex, next up carpal tunnel from sexting.
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
sex on the stairs. not our finest idea.
Trying to figure out if the guy I'm with right now is the same guy I met spring break
Oh duude it is the guy from spring break! Awk.
There is nothing wrong with me introducing you as elephant dick. Nothing.
Do you think I'm short enough to dress up in a ghost costume and go trick or treating and have people believe that I'm actually a child?
Well i would have gone to the bar but Satan decided to hold his rituals in my uterus.
He's hot....knda sweaty, drunk smells like feet....but he's hung like a whale....so in other words totally your type
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