so he just left - touched my cheek like he was gona kiss me and then gave me a fist bump?
I'm not really sure how I got home, but judging by this headache, i'm assuming it involved bourbon.
the girl I was having sex with just mumbled victory for msu during sex. i love basketball season
working out is totally making me break out.. i'm doomed to forever be either a butterface or a butterbod. there is no way out.
my cup is half full, half full of rum.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
Both his mom and his sister were hitting on me when I stopped by today. He isn't a real friend anyway, right?
hot buttered vodka was not a success. on any level.
I just took my birth control with Redi-Whip. I'm that girl.
I am honored my friend, to hold the decision of what enters your body
I'm the only one who goes to a bar and leaves with an extra twenty bucks and a pumpkin.
We got back from the bar and started watching bizzare foods, which subsequently led to the consumption of large amounts of rancid lunch meat and small insects.
He made me twerk for scrambled eggs... I regret nothing
I could probably be laying here naked and he'd still be more interested in this thunderstorm
CURRENTLY PLAYING FLIP CUP WITH A WORLD SERIES CHAMPION
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