We couldn't even have sex we were both laughing so hard. I don't know how I feel about the quality of that weed.
Not enough clothes on. Not enough vagina. Not enough drugs in my body.
Dude. All those hangovers I never had came back with a vengeance. I just opened the door of this car to barf. The car was not motionless. We are on the autobahn.
I told him to keep his feelings in his pants because they're annoying and to just fuck me.
I have too much respect and admiration for my dick to put it into a situation where he could possibly be killed
Was my shirt on fire at any point last night? Because I'm fairly sure my shirt was on fire.
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
I'm currently eating a turkey dinner, listening to xplosive by dr. Dre, and drinking rum. Hispanic christmas dinners are the best.
I would like to dedicate my cray behavior this week to my uncontrollable hormones and wine. Both have totally Efff'ed with my life.
It was so small.
Tiny. Got to love sexting. Imagine finding out the old fashioned way.
Thanksgiving day drinking ended up with me in a shopping cart screaming where are the bitches and condoms. I'd say it went well.
I couldn't even tell you how many times I've said "wrong hole" today
thanks for not wanting to stay all night or talk or anything, nice to have a fuck buddy who really doesnt take the buddy part serious
I'm all about the fuck
If I have put a neon “vacancy” sign on my skirt for him to get the picture I will.
I thought I was drunk because I kept grabbing his arm instead of his dick
But then I realized it wasn’t his arm and that I was very lucky
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