If I say "It's good enough" and I'm not talking about a sandwhich, that's your queue to stop me, you're supposed to be my friend.
What's he like?
The usual. Sarcastic, dark, full of fucked up emotional problems that result in fantastic sexual prowess.
we marched down beaver avenue with lit tiki torches humming the olympics opening song.
THAT WAS PROBABLY MY ONE CHANCE TO SLEEP WITH A MAN NAMED BORIS AND YOU RUINED IT.
It's annoying. I only date people who are 6 foot 3, drug dealers, or 2 years older than me.
He said I went to go sit outside and is promised I wouldn't leave he brings me a chair and I'm gone. He found me stumbling a half mile away in my socks
My judgement was not "clouded". My judgement was in the midst of a fucking hurricane or something ridiculous.
Dave got tied up again. I'm done breaking into girls houses to cut him loose. At least before noon.
and somewhere between crying in her arms and throwing up in her front yard, we became friends.
I bought something for you today. You'll love it.
What is it? Drugs?
I LIKE NICE BOXERS OKAY!? COMBINED WITH A GLORIOUS DICK JUST MAKES THIS EVEN BETTER. WE MOVE IN TOGETHER AND THAT PIC'S GETTIN FUCKING FRAMED.
We're sitting in the bathtub, eating pizza, doing shots of vvodka and comparing nipples. I havfe never been so comfortable in my life.
The album on my phone containing gross pictures to send when boys ask for nudes is now substantially larger than my normal photo album. Because I send one every night
"This is Emily. She likes potatoes. And sometimes laughs and cries at the same time, and has a wonderful butt"
We played a 4 hour game of True American then we fucked on the floor for a couple hours Happy 20th to me
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