okay im going to go eat, shower and find underwear... call if you want.... but ill be listenig to glee VERY loudly.
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
You should probably wake up already as I have yet another story for you. Teaser? Blood from knife wound. Tequila. Guitar hero. Kitchen counter. Lawyer.
I legitimately sent him a storybook of naked pictures.
I gave up my innocence when I let him cum in my spelling bee trophy
I found you laying in the kitchen with a bottle of vodka and a slice of bologna on your face. You said you were having a spa day.
You were buying shots for everyone, saying, "I got a tax refund. I'm a MILLIONAIRE."
Well I sent him a pic of my vagina and sent back a pic of his puppy....so there's that
It was like inception, a dream, in a dream, in the back of a dodge charger.
Can I also remind you that we insisted on touching his mustache?
Well of course I remember it took up like 20 minutes of my night.
Your stories are the best. I feel like you're a spy among the heteros. It's not fair.
Please tell me you're not playing strip poker with your cousins again
Apparently when cookies are around I think of myself as a puppy and reward myself for everything #WhoIsAGoodBoy
No I'm not high but I did cry for over an hour tonight because I realized that they never made a sequel to "Under the Tuscan Sun" with Diane Lane.
So there i was right, midnight, washing my junk off in my bathroom sink.
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