that was after robitussin, alcohol, and chocolate sauce... but before we finished pregaming
This is the last time I call a hotel to see if you or some random guy paid for the room last night.
You don't understand, alcohol has become a thing of survival for me and without it I can't function as a normal human being
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
No hurry on coming over. My body currently wants everything on the inside to be on the outside. But really. Don't hurry.
I wanna introduce you to my balls, Thunder and Lightning.
Stop giving guys blow jobs because you're no good and it's messing up my sex life. Word gets around & then they think it's me and don't believe me when I say I have a twin. Learn to stuck dick right.
How do you respond to a booty call from yesterday?
Good news. That bum you thought that died is alive.
I'm not drunk because I think my blood just is alcohol from last night so being drunk is sober. If that makes sense
We should try to put a bagel on your penis
drunk and crying about Shakespeare- how's your night?
right now I am washing the alcohol and shame off from last night
I woke up with eight different shoes in my bed what the hell happened last night
Randomize
