Black lace...the rest is up to ur imagination
dipping my christmas cookies in kaluha. santa would be proud.
Oh shit. Easter I forgot. Maybe we should leave the illegal stuff for when Jesus is less present.
For once I want to have sex without having to google the after effects of it.
At one point they were sandwiching me, both petting my stomach, mad dogging each other. Then they somehow telepathically decided to both try to pull my pants down. Such nice guys.
If you think for one second that I would forget Mardi Gras, you clearly don't know how much I love boobs.
PS my house is a mess.
pps I have a rash on my face.
All my interactions with my brother are drug deals at this point
He's my ex's boss. I'm not above sleeping with him for that fact alone.
My professor just told my lab he could drive us around town in his 1991 Lincoln towncar limo for our bar crawl. This just keeps getting better!
One day when i undoubtedly need an intervention please let it include lightsabers.
I think I can handle that.
It's like every time I'm baked I discover my fingers all over again.
What happened lastnight it looks like I had sex with edward scissor hands....my back is so messed up
my bad i broke a mirror over your back
Clothing is a burden necessitated by propriety.
The cure for a hangover evidently is not walking around in a costume in the sun towards of park of screaming children
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