no.. I went home. Puking up hot dogs and lemon tart isn't as lovely as it sounds.
wasted. watching meteors, awesome idea i ever had, see 2 for every 1 with ma double vision
He told me all about his plan for proposing to his girlfriend as pillow talk.
It was scary, we all screamed. Never make mimosas in a car.
you fucked my boyfriend. margarita girls night will not fix this.
I'm pretty sure blacking out is a coping mechanism.
Am I allowed to compare getting cum'd on the face to a warm summer rain?
Yeah. I had to take off my shirt. It's soaked in weakness.
Nothing motivates a person to clean their apartment like puking up cheese ravioli beer-tequila chicken wings for eight hours.
I have work in an hour and I'm having trouble with concepts such as 'staying upright' and 'staying conscious'. Tie me to your wrist next time we go out drinking,
I'm pmsing and only have one functional foot
I should not be allowed to reproduce. The world doesn't need my sarcastic asshole demon spawn in child form
I told him I wish we were at my house cause then I could tell him to get out after we had sex.
Now all I have unanswered questions and a fucked up finger
there's a giant awkward home-wrecking elephant in the room. and its name is meg.
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