Besides Rainforest Cafe, there's nowhere i'd rather be intoxicated than here
I KNOW. I'm like, ew who are these ppl. And then I remember I'm traveling to New York to accidentally hook it with two different dudes in one weekend.
Dude. The girls called me over to see what they had in their dorm. They snuck in a pigeon in a cardboard box. They named it Quincey. They swear they're sober.
We should live in a duplex and just hook up with randoms for the rest of forever and be animal hoarders.
I just had a 30 minute conversation about hummingbirds. That high.
I miss high conversations.
Swinging. Is. Amazing.
I was ready to fuck him until he pulled the "I might be bi curious" card. Now its turned into a guilt fuck. It's like he's a 3rd world child in need of a sexual orientation.
I woke up to him pissing in their fireplace with fairy wings on.
I'll even give you a complementary welcome blowjob.
Totally thought something squeezed my boob. Then I remembered I was wearing a bra. Isn't weed great?
I woke up and my backpack was empty. He used me for sex, and back to school supplies.
I just remembered you petting my nose last night to help the cocaine 'sink in'. I don't think that's how it works
I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
Babe, holding my hair while i blow you doesn't count as being romantic
skyped with him for 45 min in the bath while i shaved my legs. new level in the relashionship
In case you were wondering I realized something last night, Rick James was correct. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
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