I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
I dont want to tell you. Lets just say that a lot of things are reminding me of your dick right now
We could make it a date. Dinner and a show. The show being my nipples getting pierced.
First I must say that I am disappointed to learn that you knowingly have trashy friends with whom you've not hooked me up.
It was perfect I came I passed out in his comfortable bed then a glass of jack Daniels fell from the bed post and spilled all over my face
Its really bad when you fall asleep at a stop light outside the hotel and you wake up to a small spanish limo driver knocking on your window to tell you it's a green light
Power hour was a bad idea. It turned into power 4 hours, then power puke. Then power sleep till 3.
He's yummy.
HE'S GAY. AND 40.
Irrelevant.
We had a 30 min conversation last night about whether or not to bone that girl with a lisp to see if she moans with one...
That's like doing a cinnamon challenge in my vag - but more painful.
You're still my best friend even though you continue to pass out on random toilets every time you drink
Omg cinnamon bun Oreos. Thanks weed
I took out a life ins. policy Thursday. It's okay I can die in Nashville now.
I want to ride that like one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse- with bourbon in hand and without mercy.
not even sure this counts as hungover but like my body can't exist in reality today
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