O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
I woke up, not remembering how or when or why i was even there and looked over to find Steph spooning with an adult black man.
I asked him how he was going to celebrate tomorrow and he said "tits, clits, and bong hits"
it's been like two and a half months. And I swear, I keep seeing walking dicks. I think I'm going crazy cause of lack of sex..
Based on the pics I have taken of hookups while they were passed out or sleeping, I have scientifically concluded that no two vagina lips are the same. They are like snowflakes.
My goal of the day is to not shit myself. That's it. Setting the bar real low
Ok. So I've woke up in a hospital. New thing to top that.... Waking up and realizing you've been locked inside the bar by urself at 430 am and all the doors are locked by key
we played dirty jenga the drinking edition... some girl really just broke a rib? how do we even go this hard
So my nipple piercings were only $20 because it's breast cancer awareness month. Fuck yes!
You can see my drunken state get worse with each picture
For not really liking Christmas, I have an astounding amount of holiday-themed lingerie
He was chasing Ciroc shots with sips of Captain Morgan... he didn't make it to midnight
He's going to find out eventually, but really what's he going to do? Cry about it and buy another fucking kitten??
I almost stopped mid bj to let him know I appreciated his balls being nice to look at/have my face near. But I didn't know if that would ruin, or improve the moment.
Yesterday I febreezed my bed in between gentleman callers
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