508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
i felt like cinderella. except at midnight i turned back into a whore.
last time i saw her she was begging the broken jukebox to play lady gaga.
It's because you were crossfaded. And because drinks were 3 dollars. And because they accepted credit cards.
how did we start talking about space blow jobs?
How much did you drink?
Enough to be hungover and still think roller coasters were a good idea
I want your cock.
All we are is dust in the wiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnd
I was grinding on him when mosquitoes starting biting us and ruined every damn thing. I just wanted to fuck on a slide under the stars. It's every girls dream.
Our music was glorious. Maidens were deflowered to the sound of my voice.
If it was any colder outside, the frost from my breath would make a mixed drink
The more I piece together last night the more I want to vomit it out of my brain.
Nah it's alright, I'll just ride cock all the way to hell
Apparently she hired a private investigator when he took out a restraining order on her. So the answer is no, I didn't hit it.
Who the fuck just called me and played funkytown
I took advantage of the fact that my mentee had to go to the bathroom to throw up in the other stall. I'm going to hell for being hungover at an elementary school.
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