I need a booty call who doesn't know my boyfriend or my friends.
no memory loss, but i'm unhappy with my memories
Then we all started singing, "Our house, in the middle of the street. Our house, fucks a lot of freshman meat". It was magical.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
Thanks to this cookie, I have now eaten something other than skittles today.
I woke up with glitter in my wounds.
THE BIG GAY MAD HATTER IS HERE AND HE HAS DRUGS IN HIS PANTS FOR YOU. COME DOWNSTAIRS BITCHEZZZZ
I just read through our messages from yesterday and realized we both referred to me tearing my penis as a good thing. What the fuck.
He peed off the roof and then we bonded it was beautiful
But now I'm just thinking when he said he "worked for the airline" he actually meant drug smuggling.
This day took a left turn at "This is your going away party, I got a bunch of blow."
So the remote for the camera in the photo booth must have gotten dropped on the floor. while you were in there. having a threesome. on the floor of the room where my parents stay when they visit me. so thanks.
my night went from a boring school play to hotboxing a car with 3 criminals
party at the soccer house. crumbs in my sexy panties. can't. put. pieces. together.
I cant wait to tell our kids we met because you subscribed to my onlyfans.
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