I am currently prioritizing my hw by splitting into things i can and things i cant do drunk. Oh college
Oh no, it isn't official until she poops.
so i was trying to be sexy and unzip his pants with my teeth. i got my lip caught in the zipper and it bled for a good 15 min, totally a mood killer.
If we see one freshman that cummed on me, we are leaving.
He had me saved in his phone as "Dick Socket". Lets see if I ever fuck him in a bathroom again.
he's dressed up as pikachu 3 fucking years in a row and gotten laid each time. i don't understand
BTW waking up to a picture of you taking a shot of what I can only assume was shitty lukewarm liquor out of a blow up dolls butt made my day
Please come home, i don't want to feel like basket garbage girl but I'm in your alleyway and not sure how to change that.
No, supporting your unemployed boyfriend IS NOT what credit cards are for.
So I deleted all the text from my phone, was looking for my mom's coffee order and show the coffee guy the pic of me eating pussy.
I'm using her Instagram as a way to know where in town she is so I can avoid her lol
It feels like I was drinking gasoline last night.
The guys who program Autocorrect have never seen a vagina in person
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.
Crying in Target on a display sofa is normal, right? Asking for a friend.
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