Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
So apparently I ran down the hall to another party and started handing out uncooked spaghetti to strangers. You'd be surprised how many drunk people will eat raw noodles.
My mom seriously just told me my insurance company pays for rehab. In an email. I expect a real, not just us joking, intervention coming on. I'm not accepting a "lunch date" with that bitch.
That's like lying to my vagina. I can't betray it like that.
How creepy of a mustache can you grow by wednesday night?
I was fingering her, she was moaning, and we were singing Mulan
"lets watch the sunrise" turned into "lets have sex on the roof at six thirty in the morning"
But life isn't just all about getting drunk & eating chicken strips.
Wake up, take the dog to the trails, puke in the woods. More days should start like this.
How many of my tattoos need to be visible for an outfit to be considered "see-through"?
He had "Bad Bitches Only" tattooed above his dick. I don't know his name but I hope I find him again. I also don't feel that I lived up to the challenge.
I've never had sex with me but I assume there are worse ways to be woken up.
He showed up on school grounds wearing nothing but a suit of armor. Really at this point I'm more impressed than angry.
I told him I wanted to get on him and ride him to Montana. It didnt end like i thought it would.
Hate my fucking roommates.... Seriously, who the FUCK peels potatoes in the bathroom sink?!
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