you really are a gigantic fucking slut.
sidenote: just remembered sarcasm does not translate through text
it's probably a bad thing that i wasn't even offended, huh?
Found a waterbottle filled with a bloody mary in my purse this morning. Blacked-out me is always trying to help hungover me, it's so cute.
I feel like i made up for not being able to drink on St Pattys Day, Mardi Gras, and last years Cinco De Mayo. That hungover.
I know it's not your turn to do the dishes, but since they're covered in your puke, it is.
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
no, that was the night I slathered your dick in the icing from my birthday cake
i mean, not my actual scene but if someone says "PARTY" ill figure it out
I'm gonna take off my shirt and spin it around my head like petey Pablo so u can find us
I woke up in a poorly constructed blanket fort on a strange office floor covered in rug burns and champagne. How was your night?
He threw a twenty at the stripper and asked for change
well did he get it
....yes
i told someone my fallback plan was to be a slutty bartender and i needed the practice as i straddled them to pour a shot
dude, you ran into a window then asked ME what the fuck I was doing.
Last night was fun but it wasn't right. I will say that our lives intersected for a brief and intense moment and we will just leave it there.
We smell like vodka and hangover
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