this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
It's like sexual therapy. We hooked up. And now were talking about our recent breakups.
Emoooo
i dont remember who you are as you are in my phone as "mr. peanut."
We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
I woke up and my clothes were soaked in the shower and I was wearing a Ghostbusters uniform. I'm shocked she hasn't left me yet.
I think I have internal bruising from those poses we were doing last night. My own ribs hurt me. I don't understand.
She was trying to fuck the exchange student from France. His English is really bad and the music was loud so she just pointed to a beer bottle and then her vagina.
Who just wakes up in their own bed and assumes "I probably blew some guy last night"
Everything is fine now . The coast guard said we just can't take the inflatable trampling out past the break way anymore
I didn't want to have to tell you this, violating our brother/sister code not to discuss these things but: for the love of christ stop inviting that 21 year old idiot I slept with for six months to EVERY PARTY WE THROW.
because i know somewhere at some party, behind someones closed bed room door youre being feed a key full of mollie.
Girl I love you like I've been drinking all day
Why would you keep yourself in a sharting situation
i just got hit by a door and im the one that said im sorry, yeah im drunk.
I want to get drunk and watch somebody else's tragedy.
Randomize
