Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
You hooked up with 4 random girls, avoided your grilfriend finding out about it, and dodged traffic on Park Ave. Can you say luck of the Irish?
his mom and I have the same butterfly tramp stamp. don't ask how that came up
if i actually get asked out by my dealer what could happen?
i don't know, but it probably involves bathtubs full of weed
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
What happened to my knees?
You ate shit in front of the homeless people. They applauded.
New drink: empty coke can vodka water maple syrup. Get on my level
I find it fascinating that she'd be more comfortable with her mom finding out she submits dirty disney confessions on tumblr than about her secret email account she uses to chat with dutch and brazilian strangers.
It was awful. He had a wife
And now you've had a year of virgin penance. Absolve yourself.
Does it still count as a valentine if it's drunk phone sex at 3 in the morning
Letting Freddy Krueger eat me out = HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ME!!!
Don't worry I sent a creepy stalker message to a guy I slept with 6 years ago, Sunday Funday rock bottom
So I missed the eclipse because I was masturbating.
My ex's sister asked me to be her date to Thanksgiving. Should I go?
Threesome!
He wanted me to do the rubix cube. He thought it was hot.
Randomize
