So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
Well I put her head right through the headboard. Thank god the room was under her name.
Blood. All over. Pre coke adventure needs to slow down unless I'm involved
I'll be honest. I knew what I was getting into. I'm not proud, but I'll be damned if I'm ashamed. 6 month draught is over. That's justice.
I've come to the conclusion while folding laundry and watching porn that I may be dead inside.
Well, if he didn't want to get caught mid-gay experience by his girlfriend, he shouldn't have pushed so hard to do MDMA with me.
I am eating deep fried cinnamon rolls and I found a lighter in my sprinkles. I miss you.
His personality is sparkling but nothing beats his ass
Reasonably certain my seventh grade teacher is encouraging me to drop acid on twitter
Oh wow and I have a bunch of portable wine glasses called to go coffee cups
Good dick will make you do a lot of things… Great dick will make you consider buying a house.
I just remembered that before we left my house I vowed to stay fully clothed and I FAILED
I just poured two shots of fireball into my Rapunzel mug I love finals.
I had to put my dog down, accidentally outed my brother, and was given a fucking fish sandwich instead of a Big Mac ALL IN ONE DAY! Am I really the person you want to consult for advice? Hhhmmmmmm?
Matt is trying to convince me that we have a deal where if I show him my tits he won't do cocaine. Apparently we shook hands on it?
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