Grinding on my ninth grade teacher. Dreams really do come true
The ratio was 19 to 1 and the 1 was lauren so it didn't even count.
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
I don't think of it as I'm taking a pole dancing class...its more like I'm making myself recession proof
I think that last shot was nyquil. Please come gte me. WINGS.
Well I went on a freakin rampage and destroyed a fan and claimed that it wasn't doing its fan duties... Then I knocked on everybody's doors in the hall and asked if they were content with their fan's performance and if not I would take care of it...
Ugh..Yesterday was a complete alcohol fueled shit show. Not making eye contact with anyone today. Don't deserve it. Eye contact is for decent people.
He ripped off his socks and ran around the basement barefoot. His feet turned black. Then he chugged Parmesan cheese. He chugged dry cheese dude.
Already at the river; already getting fucked up. And yes that semicolon is legit because those are congruent statemests
I could be busy drinking my face off and getting red white and bruised per usual
I wish they would just make alcoholic protein shakes already.
Have 7 min to kill while I wait for liquor store to open. Feels really awkward.
Well, personally I like to keep my blackmail in well organised folders.
Got everyone out of my house, somehow managed to put all my lawn furniture back, puked in my sink, and cleaned it up all while black out drunk before my parents came home. Successful night.
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