last night i used 411 to try and contact britney spears.
dollar well spent
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
dude she's married.
so? a ring don't cover no holes.
Everything smells like syrup. But I guess that's better than last time when everything smelled like beer.
i am breaking up with you. because you wash your hair too much and you only drink light beer and because you're not party enough.
The tent wall coming unstaked in the wind and hitting me in the face really sobered me up
just lying in bed drinking beer with a straw waiting for motivation. why?
I realized it was a bad idea when I broke my collar bone
The guy you fucked with the lazy eye is here, im avoiding contact by texting you. But i just looked up and he recognizes me, theres no way he doesnt. I'd remember the girl who called me quasimodo all night too. Sober me feels so bad.
Oh my god. He likes it up the butt. But loves womanly support. Omg. Its bad. Its bad. Ive had too much whiskey for this to be ANYthing except bad.
He recognized me by my ass from about 15 yards away. I must have a REALLY nice ass.
We spent a good 10 minutes in the morning looking for my clothes. I ended up taking the bus home in my 6inch heels and his baggy t-shirt. The bus was filled with kids... one of them whistled at me.
note to self: shower sex when you have 7 stitches in your leg is never a good idea. never.
I think I'd be more bothered by his cross dressing if I wasn't secretly into women..,
I just want it to be said that I had sex in my Belle dress last night. Classy motherfucker.
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