remember that time i ran away from the bar and passed out in a street cot?
neither do i
I can't believe believe she called me a slut. She doesn't know anything about me or my life.
Shit, that's something a lot of sluts say.
i can't tell if you're serious or not, but 420 is gonna be pirate themed
he's only going to be home for two days, his dick is going to be in me for the whole 48 hours, he doesnt have a choice.
Yeah. I realized I have a weakness for drugs and I need to move somewhere where I don't know how to find them.
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
You know you're baked when you feel your throat closing up from an allergic reaction to the pecans in the cookie you're eating but you keep eating the damn cookie.
Omg one side of my Labia is asleep. Has that ever happened to you?
He got a new tattoo in prison. It's actually a good tattoo, making it that much harder for me to hold out until he's off house arrest.
My philosophy is thug life and that means never having to say your sorry for stealing drinks off tables
i survived drinking for 24 hours, an 8 ball of cocaine and a threesome. I think you can handle moving.
Sorry about the nipples in that snapchat. It was meant for the Australian.
If a weird guy texts you in the near future asking if you are satan just go with it
I'm the one who said we should take things slow. I'm also the one who forced him into the back on my car so we could have sex.
Yes. I had to slow down my handjob so he would last...-and I give shitty handjobs to begin with
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