Old men and throwing up are my life now.
My mom just told me that after i turned eight i stopped growing mentally and emotionally
life is all about the fine print - all i wanted was a fucking pony.
I've decided to turn your sobriety into a reason for me to be able to drink more.
So at what point do I tell her that I like fucking these hot southern girls more than I like my relationship with her?
was it good sex?
i mean it was good for how drunk we were. and for how big the closet was
even the AIR tastes like tequila.
There's always the 'not have sex with the drunk girl I just met at some party' option.
That was the plan but Tequila showed up at the party too.
Our sex has gotten so much better since we broke up.
He wanted to drink hypnotic from my butt crack. I need to move out this state.
Moments after comforting her about her boyfriend issues I found myself in the other room showing him my tits.
Someone came in the potted fern
I just sent a snapchat of my boobs for Adderall. It's finals season.
I told him about the time I blacked out and shit myself and he still wanted to have sex with me that night. Feeling pretty optimistic about where this fling is going.
My boobs are literally freaking out because I've been wearing a bra for more than three hours....I need to go out more...
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