I looked him in the face and asked if we could stop. he asked why. I said "I can't feel it.". ...I feel bad; I should have faked.
i'm thankful for my girlfriend's hot cousins....god, i love her family parties.
These pubs in Ireland act like hand jobs aren't the universal currency
I know your texting costs money, but I'll pay for it if you consider this. Oversized frozen jello shots. I'll buy everything needed if you approve. Let me know
I stopped in the middle of puking to wish you a happy birthday, so by default it means a lot.
About six hours after the bottle of smirnoff, I was googling "losing your stomach lining" and calling my mom for help. She has experience.
Idk. The last coherent text said something about $25 & dimes. And then...it's just letters...
I sent him a picture of my boobs instead of saying good morning. I'm trying to tell him how I feel in a language he'll understand.
I just sent Brandon a snapchat where I wasn't wearing a shirt but had a rooster drawn on my boobs that said "cock block" and laughed for 10 minutes I have problems don't judge me
He had to put the child locks on the windows so you would stop screaming at random boys
So I definitely tried to pay a cab with baseball tickets last night
I have never paid for drugs and I'm sure not going to start today especially on a holiday
Im gnna go loik fir my newq gay friuend now
Goodbee
I'm talking to this guy I met online about French toast. I am the oddest fucking combination of hungry and horny. Wtf brain.
Andddddd I'm drunk
Andddddd it's Tuesday
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