another moral hangover. fuck.
god damn woman. you are like the herpes of drunk texting. you never go away.
Too bad it's not "confirm, ignore or not unless I've had 20+ beers"
its 4:30 pm. In the mall. Just threw up into my hands. I love Vegas and Vegas loves me
super high. so of course there was a shoot out at the bank. there are 20 cop cars no lie. if i make it out of this i will never smoke again
whatever. i don't care. i just want to be drunk wrapped in an american flag.
I don't know if I want to cry scream puke or go somewhere and drink more. This is such a weird emotion.
It's like... Even my horoscope knows I had an awkward threesome last night.
I'm drinking your booze since you ate my pop-tarts. I'm telling you this because I still don't think it's a fair trade.
its one thing to be single and another thing to be single and then have your profile picture be of you and the cat
your picture is with misty too!!
I AM SINGLE BY CHOICE
Double check your contract and see if it says anything about sleeping with your manager
WAIT this kid is eating yogurt with a fucking ladle. what is happening?
I’m a lady. I promise I won’t oogle your junk when we go skinny dipping.
I need my comforter. Pls bring it to me and drape me in it like an animal pelt. Ps I'm naked.
He ate me out in a golf cart while I watched the sunset. You are so right, golf skirts do provide amazing access.
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