3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
i just sent him like 8 different sexts and he texted me back about how good the hummus is that i left in his fridge.
I barely even remember him. He is just a distant beard in my past.
You know you're an adult when you break 100 to get 75 cents, to buy a condom from a bar vending machine in South Boston.
I moved out... There's nothing left but his childhood trophies...
You should make him a new one, you know like "you suck at relationships but thanks for trying participation award"
Fingerblasting some girl on the deck tryna get her to fuck on a lifeboat
Just realized I'm still chewing the same gum post blow job. This Stride shit really has everlasting flavor. They should totally have an ad campaign based on blow jobs.
I just wanted to check in on you and you replied with a selfie with your Coney Island waiter and the caption "after his shift we're dropping acid together"
She told me she loves wine, but hates the mud butt the next day. Dude, way to much info on a second date.
I may have taken the entire adderall. I FEEL LIKE THE FUCKIN HULK. I can't stop cleaning and organizing and doing the clean things
I don't just want drugs. I deserve drugs.
If you're signed up as "sober sister" can you do cocaine or nah
You wrapped yourself in tin-foil and told us you were Iron Man. I have pictures.
That wasn't even sex. That was a fuckoning
...did you just create a word for what we did?
I lysoled the money\n(631): wrong text lmao
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