Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
i cant remember past the part when we filled his tub with skittles.
im sorry, I just can't fuck a guy who can't receive picture messages
the bride spent most of the night apologizing to people she had punched earlier.
Hung over. Bed full of legos for some reason. Not getting up. Come build stuff with me.
When he left he said something to the effect of "well now that I've been used..." I think he may be on to me.
As an added bonus, you will have a "25 blowjobs a month" voucher, expiring thirty days after the first initial bj.
Your place is a magnet for either righteous parties or crippling alcohol dependency. Lets find out which together
I just woke up in bed, rolled over, and found a whole pizza.
this is the second day in a row.
Oh. Yeah. It's the same pizza then.
Let's just say I've never been so continually aware of my nipples before.
My entire summer has consisted of being too drunk for this shit, too sober for this shit, or too hungover for this shit.
Dunno why I keep hitting snooze. It's never gonna give me the kind of sleep I need to be sober.
25 likes of a picture on Instagram of my butthole. beat that.
danced like there was no tomorrow. surprise. there's a tomorrow
The sex was so good we high-fived after.
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