Well you will be happy to know that aaron carter hit on me
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
We need to rekindle our bromance
I go to guys houses late at night, have a little fun, come back by dawn having made their life a little bit better. I am the official blow job fairy.
"I could never have "feelings" for someone who, at one point, wanted to "hate fuck" my face."
just shottied a beer can with a pumpkin carver. i love October.
It's a good deal. He teaches me how to longboard, then we have sex
I know I should be focused on nurturing their bright little minds but it's 10 a.m. and I need a cock in my mouth
All I can remember is being told by a guy named Kyle to stay in the corner until the cops left. Then waking up on a porch outlined in beer cans 8 blocks from my house. Pregaming for college.
I kind of feel like BP. I'm dressed in green and absolutely horrible for the environment.
when the washing machine is on all the beer bottles jiggle and clink against each other... "drink us drink us drink us"
I'm pretty sure I lit a prostitute's cigarette while sharing a pizza with a homeless guy last night
this potential sugar daddy just sent me a photo of him butt naked in the woods saying he wants to "grow our spirits together." so i think i found us a new drug dealer!
It's hard not to feel like a terrible person with bruises on your tits.
I just sold Adderall to a priest, im not quite sure how I feel about this situation
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