I feel like I got hit by a truck made out of Jack Daniels.
no memory loss, but i'm unhappy with my memories
i just threw up in the porta potty. i am in no condition to be guarding anyone's life rite now.
hypothetically speaking is slutty or smart to buy plan b before we go on spring break so i dont have to get it in mexico
he's only going to be home for two days, his dick is going to be in me for the whole 48 hours, he doesnt have a choice.
HE HAS A CHODE. LIFE IS NOT GOING TO BE EASY FOR HIM.
She sat on the stairs and yelled sex positions at us. I don't remember if we went along with it but judging by the beer and condoms I'm thinking yes.
he found cum stains on my sheets and all i could blurt out was "better on the sheets than in me"
Oh by "being festive" I mean make tacos for dinner.
I lost a shoe at the club last night, I think that's when I decided to go home.
anyone can pick a bar fight and pick up a waitress at a bar, not everyone hangout with two wolves. TWO WOLVES.
Im gnna go loik fir my newq gay friuend now
Goodbee
I'm not totally useless... You can use me as an example of what not to do
Yay I only have ONE giant mystery bruise from yesterday
so i realized that he's only my physical relationship and beer is my emotional relationship...
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