Well you will be happy to know that aaron carter hit on me
Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
Where??
Against the wall. In corner. Only gave him head though don't worry
I have a deodorant stick dedicated to my balls.
like why cant he just admit that he still wants to fuck me even though im underage
Okay so if I'm going to keep referring to my hangover in the third person it needs a name.
Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse, my dad sang and dedicated Sexual Healing to me at kareoke night.
I'm hoping to finish this bottle of wine before I pass out, I don't want the remainder spilling on my white down comforter.
At victory brunch. Have a decent story. Im now eskimo brother with the duke mens basketball teams from 2002 to 2008 and obamas right hand man
It was like having sex with a donkey. Everytime she got close she would kick me.
Before I roll over explain to me why you're naked and on my floor.
Side note: Hot guys are now getting with ugly chicks. Alert the media.
I feel like my map app knows I'm hungover and is strategically not driving me by fast food places so I cannot stop
I just realized I haven't looked at our horoscopes lately. If mine says anything about tweakers, I'm burning my phone.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
BURN THE PHONE.
The gift for sixth anniversary is steel. He bought me handcuffs. Inee I married the right man!
Randomize
