You are a beautiful, beautiful young lady. Your heart is made of tissue, blood and love. I will call you very soon, Princess Sophia.
is it bad that i kinda- ok, reallyyy don't remember having sex with him last night?
mom just called and i was mid bong hit but i answered anyways coughing and sounding rough she the apologized for waking her little angel up. its 2PM
The hookah bar is playing i'm on a boat. I believe in god again.
When his Irish accent comes out my uterus hums. Or some productive organ down there, I'm not sure of the logistics
Last night was the twilight zone. We hungout with our 45 year old future selves and tried to fuck everything with a dick. Lets move forward from this.
you're going to have to hot glue me into my dress tonight. there's no way out.
I'm 99.9% sure the people upstairs are using walki-talkies to talk to each other across the room. Too high for this shit
Don't pretend you don't want to dance on the edge of overdose all three nights
I had to puke in a ditch beside a cow pasture and like 50 cows just stood there and watched. I could feel the judgment.
So many weird people in this class. I can practically taste their unwanted virginities. They taste bad.
It's one of those "I can't stand you but we're stuck in the same hotel room tonight so let's fuck until one of us passes out" kind of nights.
Tequila is never to blame. We all make good choices under tequila
i guess "never drinking again" is not an option when you invent a whole new level of drunk...
Was last night real life? Like did you really light your hair on fire
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