You turned to me, asked if I was having fun yet, and then threw up onto my jeans. Thanks for the awesome first time partying experience
for future reference: anal bleach BEFORE boozing
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
I thinking of taking all of the pics of his dick that he's sent me and making a calendar.
I'm going to practice throwing things up the the air and catching them between my boobs, because that seems like a cool party trick.
I may or may not have had sex last night then sent him home on a bike with two flats
He pointed at me, then leaned in and said "shes the best at blow jobs" then chris fist pumped him and said "dude, I know"
I don't think the TSA would be too happy. Who knows if three ounces of lube will be enough for us?
Btw, I feel the need to make sure we have no misunderstanding about this. So here goes. I'll happily mess around with you again. However, I probably won't do it while you're dressed like a creepy clown. Or any clown.
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
Dude, I'm telling you, date younger. He brought pizza, made me squirt twice, and then left to immediately go to brunch with his mom.
did you make it home?
i'm in a room and it looks like mine :)
hahah close nuff if it isnt
can you tell me why i woke up in a diaper and combat boots?
Totally writing my paper on the toilet. Makes me miss you.
getting my period the day i moved was my bodies way of saying 'congratulations youre not leaving town with anybodies babies!'
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