party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
So how Liz Lemon is this? I bring a boy home, we get in bed, and I realize there's a lean pocket wrapper in the sheets.
this is amzing! feels like my body is having sex with its surroundings!
why do guys feel they can ask questions when im blowing them? you'd think they'd know my answer will always be "mmhmhmhmmm"
Responsibility does not care about your dick.
omg. MEgabus. stoned.
Theres these two guys talking.
Let's go one conversation without mentioning cats or alcohol someday.
I feel like a pile of chihuahua shit that got eaten by a Great Dane who puked it up and then set it on fire.
No it's like. I don't respect you. And I think you're a terrible person but. I still wanna bone it out.
I had to say goodbye to one of my fuck buddies last night. He's voting for Trump, we shouldn't be doing it anyways.
Dude I turned down free booze. I think I'm growing as a person.
Apparently I promised everyone at the party I'd partake in various winter sports with them..
Foreign objects found in purse this morning include: chocolate covered pretzels, pepper spray, and farm animal shaped key chains (you know the ones you squeeze and fake poop comes out, yea those)
Ik youre sleeping but fyi its 5:32am I'm sitting in the middle of the road bra less and shoeless with boxers in my hand and no ride. Shits real crazy.
is it weird that i just witnessed the marriage of someone ive had sex with on multiple occasions?
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