Fun fact: when I ripped off my wristband, I punched myself in the face. Rad
this study room smells like vodka
the study room thinks the same about you
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
I'm thinking we can stop tracking my sex life by the hotels I've hooked up in and instead use bar bathrooms I've gotten head in.
He tried to cuddle with me after we hooked up and i just looked at him and said why are you still here?
You need to tell him your pregnant or we need to stop playing doubles beer-pong. My liver is begging you.
she never specifically said NOT to fuck her boyfriend so technically we can still be best friends
I think a van full of parolees just blew me kisses. Thoughts?
Girl, that was the lost night of 2012 for me and I have buried that night deep deep away..
Well apparently I decided it was easier I piss in the trash can at waffle house than In the toilet. Would've been ok if the trash can was in the bathroom.
Shitty. Well if it makes you feel any better I just had a toothless wasted crackhead in my bar who was mad because there are TOO MANY FUCKIN TREES in Nantucket.
I fucked him on my yoga mat. Then we wake and baked and ate granola. So yes, you could say I found my center.
I told him that we shouldn't complicate things. He responded with a dick pic.
You could cut the tension with my nipples.
You know your late night booty call was a huge fail when you go back to your car after it's over, and it's still warm.
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