he just invited me over for the 3 p's...pepsi pizza and porn...I'm gonna marry him
white trash bash was a total success...cops shut it down twice and her hair stayed in rollers all night..she never broke character
My lack of memory is directly related to being friends with you.
omfg. get on facebook. the science olympiad team had a rave.
We fucked in his mom's shower and all I could think about was being too old to be sneak banging while someone's mom was out of town and how much mildew was on the shower curtain. Fuck you, Adulthood.
I mean, I introduced myself as "the after party". I think he knew early in the night he was in for a bangathon.
And suddenly....Tubas. Tubas everywhere.
we had a full conversation and he only brought up drugs twice. overall I'd call it a success
I feel like I got hit by a truck. And I vaguely remember getting into an argument with a passive aggressive Ron Burgundy in a onesie- grown man, not a baby- about the pronunciation of New Orleans
I want to sit on top of her nipple mountains and reenact the Ricola commercial.
WHAT IS MY LIFE THAT THE ONLY PERSON INTERESTED IN FUCKING ME IS MY 6TH GRADE MATH TEACHER
I'm getting reacquainted with drunk me. She has grown up a lot.
Just watched a guy open his car door, puke, close it, and resume driving. Happy Monday.
He's throwing Skittles into my cleavage and some are rebounding into my crouch.
Well he's scoring either way then.
Either im seeing the northern lightgs, someone is having a rave, or im on acid.. Im most likely on acid
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