I haven't gotten laid in forever. I'm obsessed. I imagine I this is how Ethopians feel about food.
Why the hell does jager make you get to the point of having to army crawl around cause you cant feel your legs and scream jaga bombs when puking??
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
It's sad that he has such a beautiful cock and doesn't know what to do with it.
Then I realized I was alone sitting on the bathroom floor brushing my teeth at 2am laughing to myself.
Currently bleeding through my leggings. Not good. Not good at all.
Hospital.
I am invincible.
I had something called a trashcan. Never again. I almost fucked chewbacca.
If he breaks up with me, your job is to keep me drunk and make sure I don't sleep with anyone. Ok?
And I feel like pitchers of margaritas accidentally make it down your throat a lot.
I mean, the lady at the Mexican restaurant insisted. She said she would win a prize if she sold another pitcher before noon. And plus I got to wear a sombrero
For the record, just because I'm a mess doesn't mean I don't know what I'm talking about when I give you advice. I'm way better at other people's lives.
I lost all of my bathing suit tops.. This is both a success and a failure
I'll miss you, too. On the bright side, a night away from one another might give me a chance to recup seminal fluids.
Well there's only 4 people in my class, we've watched a video, the instructors encouraged us to start using cocaine and now we are on break.
It's been productive.
dude the last time we saw him was 2 nights ago when he was yelling that the trees were naked or some shit then he ran into the forest. I think its time for a search party
some kid just came up 2 me bleeding yelling "thats how u riot"
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