you came home covered in oatmeal wearing a tutu holding a stolen wrotting pumpkin and "its a girl" balloons tied around your neck.you were whispering the lyrics to aaron carters 'aarons party'. i think the real question was what DIDNT you drink last night
You dont understand. she was my french AND spanish teacher. that's 2 kinds of freaky. i have to find her on facebook.
This hotel is not contributing to my sobriety, they have 4 kinds of free wine and beer.
I got used. This is the happiest day of my life. I was just a huge cock and that is all she needed.
So I was about the only one NOT pregaming or stoned at my aunt's funeral... Maybe thats why I'm the black sheep.
I think my whole family judged my ability to change under a blanket.
In a moving vehicle and other people in the car
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
Beer pong consisted of me throwing a ball at the wall and then falling over because moving my arm made me dizzy. I think our team lost.
stop calling me dude. finger blasting me officially kills you being able to call me dude.
He ate me out in the forest at that park we used to hit my bong in highschool again, somehow this isn't what I pictured being 25 would be like
I thought my ass was sore from the gym then I realized it was from being spanked. Confusing time in my life.
I think we've gotten passed awkward... the day I woke up at the palms and ur getting eaten out by the dude who just fucked me on the balcony.
now that we broke up we are playing hot potato with the cock ring.. Poor thing just needs a home
Before he gave me the breathelizer, he told me to "blow like you're blowing your boyfriend". I like him. My tax dollars are well spent
I went to smoke a bowl and realized that my lighter is out and there's still frozen blueberries in my bong... I need to reevaluate my life...
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