well on the bright side, he charges $60 for an eighth
so he'll probably take me somewhere nice
I just saw the pics of me from the costume party as Party Boy. I've effectively cock-blocked myself forever.
he keeps commenting everything on my facebook. it's like he's virtually peeing on me
so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
We pinky-swore to never fuck each other again.
Trying to convince my mother to let me take some of my sisters Lortab to sell is not going well
Weekend has begun hello red wine at 10am on a Wednesday
He told me I handled myself pretty well considering how drunk I was. He failed to realize that the lollipop I had was one I found on the ground a few minutes before hand.
Of course... Double fistin nati light cuz the powers out and it cuts down the times i gotta open the fridge... Genius
I'm so hungover that I just wrote up my will because I'm afraid I'm gonna die. I'm leaving you my bong.
All I remember is while we were making out M.A.A.D City came on so I pushed him off of me so I could rap along.
I apparently pulled his dick out at the bar and started yelling "DICK PICS IN REAL LIFE!"
Just laying in bed, snuggling my cat, and pondering whether I'd like to attend a swingers party this evening...
I need your opinion, is it ACTUALLY sweet that a booty call offered to walk me home with an umbrella because it was raining, or is that just low standards?
my face feels like mints and my body feels like tingles
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