I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
I'm 3 blocks south of you watching drag queens.
Probably, but last night was a special kind of drunk. It was a "let's see how drunk I can get without killing myself" drunk.
i would only ever fuck harry potter if he was on a broomstick.
I JUST WANT SOMEBODY TO EXPLAIN HOW FORESKIN WORKS AND DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THIS IS A PROBLEM.
...She was shooting whiskey using a turkey baster...i was horrified.
aaaaaand im pretty certain i told that boy i just met that "his balls better be out tomorrow"
Let's just say trying to drink my weight in apple pie shots looked better in theory.
Aaaaand then she sang MDMA to the tune of the YMCA song, with appropriate gestures.
Crazy how fast a room full of drunk teenagers sober up when someone breaks his parents' new flat screen
But you can still look for dick after you find Jesus.
She wanted me to watch her masterbate and after she thanked me for a wonderful evening and left. This state is weird.
Whoever labeled dysfunctional a bad thing obviously never saw this frinedship coming.
I can't remember much from that party after we snapchatted my dancing boobs to all of her contacts
He corrected my spelling during sexting.
Randomize