Vomit. Vomit. Whatever. You wear a tiara in public.
And he just showed me his vera bradley wallet...
theres no point in washing my sheets anymore. its always going to be a fine layer of booze and semen.
she asked if she could keep her bee antennas on during her mugshot. i love halloween.
No driving. The car is spinning. I am praying for mcdonalds.
You're the only true friend I have, if true friendship is based off who would be there for me at 4am during a boxed wine crisis.
Yes he was puking but in the only light of the whole parking lot and he was resting in the patch of clovers and he just was a garden fairy
My tuesday consisted of speaking to a federal agent for two hours and watching a roving band of gypsies jump over a fire until 2:30am
no, I didn't go in the end. Too hungover and hot, plus Star Wars is on so obviously I'm having a naked day.
Then again, he has huge mansions.
*manboobs.
Another development in my life...I think I pulled a muscle in my neck from vomiting this weekend.
At some point he mentioned fried rice and take out... I don't think we know how sexting works
Of all the things I've masturbated to while high, my favorites are ritz chips and trees
You hear the wildest shit in a Walmart bathroom.
I love random hookups in covid sex. Usually girls think me about a one and a half to a two and a half but now that I got this mask on I'm a Solid 6.
Randomize
