he suggested we appoligize to eachother. then do blow and painkillers & have ourselves a make-up party.
My drug dealer is spending the weekend in my studio apartment. I feel like I've crossed a line that should never be crossed.
I found a tip from a dart in my bra this morning
And tell the hostess not to worry, she's narcoleptic and fell asleep on the way to the bar, but she'll be fine in a few minutes.
By 11 pm the pants were off and there was no turning back. But on the bright side, you promised me your CDs when you died, you even signed a napkin saying so.
If we're single and alone together, the fuck angels shall sing upon our nude bodies.
we broke the bed, curtan rods, a dresser drawer, and unless I didn't notice it before, we put a hole in the wall. This is why he and I have to fuck in motels.
It is not if she takes a guy home Karaoke night. It is how many.
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
he's a fucking beast. people that don't even know him have started calling him "puke and raleigh"
Did I send you a naked snap the other day with a fat blunt in my mouth with the caption "$1200 bitches!" ?
I found a hot kiwi last time and sucked his dick. That's what rooftop bars are made for.
I just did the math technically I'll be drunk until 2:30-3:00pm
I'm going to the store to get corona, salad, and blunt wraps...
He is completely naked, curled in a ball, and rocking back and forth in the shower humming lullabies to himself. This is your responsibility since I'm going to be fucking someone in 5.7 seconds.
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