the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
I have 11 glasses of water and one beer on the table infront of me. Have to keep going to different bartends to get more. There are only two though and I think they've caught on
Cause i'm hanging over the toilet bowl and thinking about your ball in my mouth is not helping
It's one of the many facets of my drunken alter egos. I'm like substance abuse batman.
He gets a blow job and all I get is a huge scar on my arm ... how is this fair?
Aaaaand then she sang MDMA to the tune of the YMCA song, with appropriate gestures.
Dude, I just had the best sex of my life in a porta potty at the NCAA girls lax championships but didn't get her name or number. But I have her sunglasses. How is this possible, I'm sad.
I love your life.
I'm getting the lip of my vagina pierced & you expect ME to be the voice of reason?
It's a goat... but where the fuck did it come from?
View of Vancouver Bay is obscured though the greasy hand prints from fucking against the window. Tip maid well.
Best feedback on my performance so far: "There are things that can't be unseen."
Treating myself to outback while reading the entire manual that comes with my birth control in public. Is this what single has come to?
I have jizz, in my hair. I'm sitting in class with jizz. In. My. Hair. I need to make better life choices.
I'm sorry I missed your birthday brunch. If it makes you feel any better I woke up wearing someone else's toga and a sombrero
It was like he was 23 all over again. Madness. I. was. so. scared.
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