I don't remember much but I know I looked hot.
I just remembered how awesome your handjobs were in 7th grade, you were a true champ, thank you
It was literally like being eaten out by a dog. That bad.
If I die I have 2 requests one a viking funeral prye and 2 I want you to take over my facebook and haunt the fuck out of everyone
You can't call dibs 8 years later.
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
She said " I'm going to get her back one day soon for putting extacy in my pop while I drove her to whislter" just a heads up.
Drinking vodka in the bathtub.... If I don't make it, I thank you for your magical parts
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
stalking the twitter feeds of girls who have fucked my current fuck buddy makes me glad we use condoms
I though he and I knew each other well enough that we could go to my hotel room to do a bunch of cocaine together without their being any homoerotic implications, but NOOOOOOOOO!
I DID MY EXPERIMENTING. FOUR YEARS OF IT. IN HIGH SCHOOL.
I wanna hang out. The cats don't talk back.
I saw a penis covered in glitter tonight.
I trusted a fart in Toronto. NEVER TRUST A FART IN TORONTO.
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