I convinced her san diego was a state. all the proof I needed was saying, why do they call it san diego state university?
but why does your life always sound like the plot of a porn?
I even made an effort to dress like a conservative young lady who doesnt black out and throw up in her bed regularly today.
I woke up covered in my own vomit with a pocket full of napkins. I guess I knew I would need them, but was not coherent enough to use them before passing out.
i just went through and liked all 1,239 of her pictures instead of writing my english paper. don't tell her, i want her to be surprised
we just did breakfast shots, I have a black eye and savage garden is on . Best weekend ever
there is a baby dancing on the table amidst the smoke of multiple cigarettes. i want to trade lives with that baby.
Do you ever wonder how many people have prayed for you to be a better person?
I know, but I was really high and I felt like a failure dragon because I could only blow smoke, no fire.
My stomach is revolting cause i have put food in it and no alcohol.
Just spiked the bong with a ludens cough drop with hopes it soothes my throat after i rip it.
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
my hair smells like a mixture of fireworks and rotten eggs with a hint of shame. it's so strong it's keeping me awake.
She has an alarming number of pictures with cat ears but the sex is amazing.
I have mastered the art of having sex on monkey bars.
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