how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
There isn't a single transaction on my online bank account that doesn't involve drugs or alcohol since November 12
decision: in honor of being in new orleans this weekend all my drunk texts will be en francais
I have pictures of you scratching against the sliding glass door on your knees screaming how you felt like a lamb.
You had salsa out and brought a banana on a plate to bed
She said she was jealous that i could wear headbands, then growled at the ground in shame..
he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
Please do us both a favor and come rip my clothes off.
We proceeded to buy tattoos from the dollar store and interpretive dance to of monsters and men, it's safe to say he's my new fuck buddy
okay - we take $20 and buy each other some 'drink till we puke' clothes from the thrift store.
I sent him this really overly apologetic text asking him out. It was just sad. Not even 27 shots of whiskey can grow me a self-esteem.
Im part way to drunk.
I have booze and I wanna give you a bj. How can you be mad at me?
i just used your hair clip to unclog my bong. i miss you so much!
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