...so i touched it.
i dont remember who you are as you are in my phone as "mr. peanut."
I just watched Jersey Shore so I would know what rock bottom was when I reach it.
For once I'm glad there wasn't morning sex. Yes, that sore from the night before.
Well, of course, to the untrained eye I look like a slut.
it was really bad. he went around saying "I want you inside of me" to everyone.
Just talked to Kate. She said I called her on Friday night. She said I was crying for 5 minutes because we were parked in front of a fire hydrant.
Finished sriting an apology letter to my liver 2 weeks before st. Patricks game on
My adult sexuality and some of the best memories of my childhood collided like a Pee Wee Herman wet dream.
Elaborate
Strip Mario-Kart
I am 48% hangover, 48% bruises and 2% fingers I'm texting with.
Since the world is still here you can go ahead and disregard those pictures I sent
he'll always be the guy that i fucked on the bathroom floor
I traded my pants for a Santa hat last night and it was so worth it.
There's a possibility I may have hooked up with that British guy...
Possibility? You left the door open! Everyone saw!
I woke up an hour ago with orange fingers and a condom stuck to my head.. Wtf just happened?
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