Hello wreck, this is your train calling.
There were two girls and a guy on a bed and now i can put porn director on my resume.
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
because i know somewhere at some party, behind someones closed bed room door youre being feed a key full of mollie.
So feel off my bed lastnight into the trashcan. On the plus side i thought under my bed was a cave and i went exsploring
You got a write up and a first aid award all in the same night. The don was impressed!
Sean slept in the bushes beside my house again. Any reason he kept screaming/slurring 'it was all a bunch of goddamn lies' through out the night?
last thing I remember was someone walking in on me sitting in the bathtub listening and singing along to Britney spears "Till the world ends" on repeat.
After a while I was so wet that I started crying. HE MADE ME SO HORNY I WEPT.
I'm counting my small victories this morning. For instance, I haven't puked at work yet.
I don't know if dry shampoo will fix the decisions we made last night.
He said he'd prefer a photo rather than discuss politics, I sent him a snapchat "conservative shorts 4 conservative man". He said "be liberal"
I pulled you and a keg around in a wagon for like five hours and apparently everyone else remembers it but us.
So unofficially, he told me he deleted tinder because of me. I think that's a pretty romantic gesture in 2018.
There's a little game I've come up with since the mess of a party I had; it's called "tinsel or condom wrapper? (or: what's that on the floor?)"
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