My drug dealer is spending the weekend in my studio apartment. I feel like I've crossed a line that should never be crossed.
this bucketlist has just become an excuse for me to be slutty, and i'm not even ashamed
i looked up his schedule, waited outside his classroom, and handed him the receipt for plan b
He jacked off on my pillow when he found out I left. It was like coming home and finding that your dog, with separation anxiety, had pooped in your shoes. I think I'm flattered...
while we were dancing I voluntarily took my bra off and hung it around his neck as a necklace. 2011 lets go
P.S. The slutty NASCAR driver costume will be saved and used year round for role play.
No. If you are gonna end this, you are gonna do it right. Not by getting bombed and falling on a strange penis. That was the old you.
We had sex on roll out bean bag chair, and then proceeded to sleep with a blanket with dolphins on it. Happy birthday to me.
We have to do it Saturday and get a thirty. If i remember correctly it takes me 12 beers to become a wizard
fuck off. It's 10am and I'm drink gin and ginger ale through a twizzler straw. My life is marvellous
new low: I blocked him from seeing my snapchat story in hopes he will text me because he'll be afraid I'm dead or something
Alcohol and IMDB don't always mix with 100% accuracy
i woke up face planted on your ottoman..thanks for letting me sleepover
Please god tell me you aren't pregaming your date alone.
All I did today was eat pizza and use my vibrator.
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