# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
Something smells like weed and I think it might be my mascara. Come sniff my eyes
either she was really happy we won flip cup, or she was too drunk to notice her boyfriend behind her.
She somehow inhaled a tack last night, she's having surgery today.
Divorce is final. Doing tequila shots at 1 in the afternoon.
But please don't judge me if i smell like mustard
There's a patch of dead grass from where you would notoriously throw up after every good night in July. This summer was great.
He also turned out to be underage (the fucking liar) so we had to get drunk on cooking sherry
Let me tell you the story of bicurious george
BING! You are now free to move about my panties. He just left for work.
Apparently my Ambien addled brain last night actually did decide to go ahead and photoshop you into various animal and human molesting scenarios. That's a hell of a thing to wake up to.
I'm trying to be celibate. I'm having me time. I'm eating cake.
She knew the head wasn't all that so she gave me her taco. I'm will in to give her a second chance.
He flew in from NY last night. We had sex in the back of my car in the airport parking lot and then he fed me fresh Babka (from Breads Bakery) as I drove him home. I can't decide if I love him or Babka more.
Feel weird saying this on Facebook, but a dildo collecting demigod sounds like somebody I'd at least hang with for a minute.
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