all ill say about last night is that we tried to stop you. oh and the bus you're on is going to nashville.
When I got up in the middle of the night, puked in his trash can, and snuck out the front door, I pretty sure he knew it was over.
also, the amount of semen in my carpet right now is unforgivable...
So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"
I bought a sword. Make the proper arrangements.
The trashcan full of everclear punch caught on fire...you should probably come home now.
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
I forgot drug dealers have families, too. Cheers to a sober, uncomfortable, slightly enraging Thanksgiving.
He made the moves first, we made out...then we folded his laundry.
No, next time he offers you a ride home, ask him about Batman. The result will always be road head.
Ya it was crazy the power went just as she was about orgasm and the vibrator got fried with the power surge
Make me food? I don't want to be a science experiment. I'm dunk. Holy shit. Drunk*. Let's do science.
A black cat walked my drunken ass home last night and made sure I made it back into the apartment safe. Sat with me for 30 minutes as I struggled to unlock the door. Guardian angel or drunken hallucinations?
i looked at my texts in the morning and saw that i had a full conversation with myself via text thinking it was someone else. i rejected myself
I finally selected an outfit that says "I'm not easy" but still shows off the tittays.
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