at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
I'm in a strip club that reminds me of a crack house from the 80's.
Oh and ps....i was sleeping soundly until i woke up by the sound of amy on the phone with her mom sobbing hysterically because she can't stop having the shits.
my little sister told my dad she found willy wonka's golden ticket in the backseat of my car. now my dad knows my boyfriend uses magnums.
i feel like our whole relationship was one big acid trip
im already regretting the extreme lack of break up sex that took place
This is the most scared i've been of my hands since i did shrooms.
I think the multiple Sunday morning sirens outside my window are a plot by the cops to get back at me for the shit we pulled last night. Or I should move to a better area.
After he finished he proceeded to check my boobs for breast cancer.
I told him I liked how shrimp feels in my mouth, but I don't actually like eating it. Turned out to be the most awkward way to say that I wanted to suck his dick.
Want to run by the liquor store later? Tequila Youn should really be in attendance at Party Mountain. No one else could be our spirit animal.
future reference: when you get a text that says "WARNING: EXPLICIT PHOTOS BEING DELIVERED. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED." you always open the attached picture.
I met someone else! And I had a wonderful orgasm! And he wants to see me again, like take me out!
You seem to be avoiding the poop question. How did you poop on your hand?
dude I fucking saw you snort tequila
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