I wish the health center treadmills counted beers burned not calories
complete strangers are now referring to me as 'the bourbon guy.' i can live with this.
we hotboxed my bathroom. with nine people and two dogs.
I want to do something romantic. Like gargle champagne before I put your dick in my mouth.
I'm going to need to borrow your helmet cam for my Wednesday night blackouts.
He gave me a hug and said "He doesn't deserve you, Anna. Your boobs are great, and I'd fuck you anytime. Any. Place." I need a new 'gay' friend.
idk. I was on the deck with Dominic and i felt something weird on my arm. I looked down and you were licking my elbow.
I'm to the point that I've had the revelation that its physically impossible for my arms to be attached to my torso.
Holy hangover, going dancing with family good idea, taking the last shot with the transvestite bar owner not so much...
Every now and then I'll meet one who is talented in the art of shower gymnast.
I love this text stream: discussing the development of a business model centered around cooking acid to bankroll a yacht trip in Croatia
im glad to be known as "the girl you had sex with on a golf course"
Drink water, eat food, and stop tazing yourself
Walking actually physically hurts. We should do it again some time.
thanks for letting me have sex in your bed, too bad you didn't get to yet
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