Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
I shampoo & condition my pubes, sometimes i wish my face was closer so i could rub against it cause it feels like plush
glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling from '98 totally make blowing him more romantic.
He told me he was ok to drive home. Then I found him face-planted in the parking lot.
There's a certain level of slut that i can handle.... I think she just broke that scale
Doctor just prescribed me 20mg Ritalin 3 times a day. It's becoming the "grain and oats" section of my food triangle.
I was topless in his bathroom sink taking bong rips , goodmorning . He told me he could get use to this
I don't have any bail money, if that's where this conversation is going
We went rollerblading down high street singing "Free Falling"in ketchup and mustard costumes. A car full of guys drove by and yelled out their window "Need a hot dog with that?!" Naturally, we woke up at their apartment.
She left her panties here. They looked SOOO much smaller last night.
I should be done at 8 and I've also done a great Job of convincing my self that I should get really drunk tonight
I feel like shit, and I can't get the band aids off my nipples.
Why is it I can't go buy redbull and tylenol pm from a store without getting questions about my health choices?
Sundays were made for eating Ramen pantless in bed.
Nothing like casual arson to brighten your day
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