I fucked a guy named chris tucker last night
I woke up in what appears to be a taco bell graveyard in my bed.
Worst hangover of my career vs the return of the blue balls. Will keep updated
I was unaware that a tutu and pasties was appropriate attire to this
there's a sledge hammer in the bottom of the swimming pool... so whatever happened last night was probably awesome
Puked in the hotel lobby and just kept walking. I love mardi GRAS.
he has a puerto rico area code and says his name is johnny cash. extremely suspect
I've decided to be proactive and make a sex playlist on my phone to avoid any awkward moments in my upcoming slutty summer
Like really my mothers day gift is a pic of his dick
I'm doing laundry from this weekend.. That poor shirt I wore to the rave smells like a dead animal that rolled in weed and pain..
He wanted me to blow him while he did curls and looked at himself in the mirror. Not sure if gay or ego maniac.
oh the usual. high as balls and crying about the hunger games.
Woo is fucking right, dude. Vodka night tonight. Honestly, every night pretty much seeems like vodka night lately. My liver wants to move out of my body like I gave it an eviction notice.
But he said I was unpatriotic for not having sex with him. What was I suppose to say to that?
I've started recycling nudes. Why should I take new pictures for every single man?
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