we're blogging at a bar
I like my sex mixed with concussions.
i wouldn't be half as slutty if there were better things to do.
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
omg. if hes just gonna get mad everytime i have sex with one of his "friends" then it was never gonna work out
I mean I'm not worried about us not getting wasted. I'm more worried that I'll be doing a Boris yeltzen impression by 1030.
I started making breakfast to subdue the hangover and last of the shrooms and only got as far as eating a half frozen pierogi out of a dixie cup.
Was just walking through the park by the river. Saw some random in a tree, we climbed up, blazed with him and bought a bag. In the tree. Real shit.
Please come back. She just stuck her bloody band-aid to Zach's face, has a fire extinguisher, and is talking about tornados hiding.
We went rollerblading down high street singing "Free Falling"in ketchup and mustard costumes. A car full of guys drove by and yelled out their window "Need a hot dog with that?!" Naturally, we woke up at their apartment.
Going to be a long day. text me later. Sorry I puked in your sink.
You're telling me he never had to ask for a blow job and he STILL broke up with you? I call bullshit on that one.
I don't want to be "that guy" but I may have accidentally sent a dick pic to your mom
You're the best thing in my life, followed closely by cannabis and trashy romance novels
This is what I get for listening to Christians.
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