Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I figure if he loans me money i only owe him sex for the rest of the summer before i pay him back, right?
you told him to eat candy out of your ear instead of your vagina because you had your period. never. drink. AGAIN.
i dont feel like going...you don't know how much work goes into getting my whore on
note to self, drunkenly bedazzeling the silverware was a stupid fucking idea
its friday night, im aone in my apartment and eating 2 year expired canned fruit, naked. i'm not single or anything..
Just got a blowie during the Avengers. It's weird knowing that the high point of your life just happened.
sooo trippy being back in town after 5 years. if you had asked me in high school who would be future coke heads, i would have been way off
I feel like your personal Bdsm barbie...
As a gentleman whose genital hole is relatively small, you could imagine my reaction
Ahh yes. I lost my pants and swimming suit and phone charger. And I've found out who has them all even while hungover. Successful day. Nice party too.
I dunno. The drunker I get, the easier econ gets. I may be onto something here.
I might have to quit marching band. It's affecting my drinking schedule
If he ever pulls my hair again, I'm going to conveniently have lock jaw. Then he can decide whether pain during sex is still fucking appealing.
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