another moral hangover. fuck.
I should have bought two bottles, she left before I could feel her tits...
Proposition. Sex. No words, no talking about it later. I just want you tonight.
the last thing i remember is unlocking the door. its like i was literally opening the door to my blackout
how bad would it be if i made his twitter my home page?
man, work is way more interesting with these acid flashbacks.
Fucking finally I'm about to die from sobriety over here
she looks like one of those semi-pretty girls that turns into a 9 while she's riding your cock like she's trying to catch a train on horseback.
He needs a high five right to the fucking mouth. With a chair. Or an atomic bomb.
can't decide if i look like a hooker or a missing member of Poison today
You know the cave of wonders in Aladdin? That's how I feel about his apartment. Except with blow and other treasures.
You should have heard my farts after he left. I swear one of them was a demonic voice saying, "It's coming for you, Nicole. It's coming,".
He fucked me in his tour van, I feel like an official groupie.... Except I don't even listen to his band.
If I get laid tonight it will 1.) Prove that the sex gods do in fact exist, and 2.) Show that I am one motherfucking badass bitch.
I told the border patrol officer she was smuggling drugs in her ass. I doubt she cheats on me again.
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