i'm home, then i'll come over
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nvm.
I wasn't fucked. I was just drunk, because i was still able to walk into the woods and masterbate.
We're upstairs smoking....the password is pineapple
I told her I'd give her some of the cream I was using so she didn't get my warts. That's when I realized I was too drunk.
Saw an eatery called Rusty Taco. That sooo could be me.
I don't even want to think what you did to boys being that drunk and horny.
Then I wouldn't suggest looking at the pictures from last night.
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
On the way home she put on a necklace with her name on it and wrote my name in sharpie across my chest so that in the morning we could avoid the awkward Idk who the fuck you are conversation. Best. Girl. Ever.
Well, you know sobriety isn't something I like to do on the reg.
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
I may have tried to encourage people to play a new game I invented last night. I called it Super Quarters. Like regular quarters, only using an AA medallion.
Woke up with two different pairs of pants in the pockets of a jacket.None of the above are mine.
How weird would it be for me to get 1 hour photos printed at CVS of my partially or all nude?
So I pass out narcotics if its a girl?
I'm super depressed and stressed and I just want spaghetti and sex...
Randomize
