we were both hunting dick last night. it ended terribly for both of us.
Is it really that bad? I heard it was like pooping. I like pooping.
I give out O-faces like they're halloween candy
Nothing kills the mood when I am hooking up on the dance floor like the DJ saying Happy Valentines.
You three are like the Bermuda Triangle for morals.
1. Are there men involved 2. Is there food involved 3. Do I have to put pants on 4. Do I have to leave this bed
Dinner?
YES CON MARGARITAS POR FAVOR!!!! MUCHO MARGARITAS!!!
High with mom again. She's giving me relationship advice.
pain. pain everywhere. this is why throwing yourself at concrete is a bad idea.
She wants me to spank her and yell "Kerry! Your father is disappointed with your choices!" Fuck up but crazy hot? Or just fuck up crazy?
God loves me. So high, craving Jimmy Johns chips, looked down, unopened bag in front of me. Still doesn't feel real
Sunday mornings are confusing. Like. I can't decide if I want to go for a run or start drinking
My inner 10 year old alcoholic is intrigued.
i like coming up with different names when i reference that night. 'the night i got kicked out of the bar', 'the night i escaped from the hospital', 'the night we had that threeway'...
I can’t believe the first text I’m sending you from this phone was about how I just got fingered in a smart car on tin can hill
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