I wasn't pimping you out... I was helping you network!
i feel like his penis is a security blanet. i cant fall asleep unless its in my hand
i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang.
Actually I think I might be dying right now so if I do you have to drink all my vodka
You're so demanding.
The amount I want to die right now is not proportionate to the level of fun I had last night. Not fair.
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
Because at some point last night we decided that shotgunning beers from a paint stick was a good idea
So I feel like I should have had a going away party for your dick. Complete with balloons and cake. Yeahh that's right. I'm gonna miss it.
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
Naked. naked and bneed help.
The shrooms have turned on carrie. Change of plans. We're getting stoned and finding bacon.
Pretty sure at some point last night i said to myself "it'll be fun to completely lose my mind for a night"
I never want to even look at fireball again because it reminds me of the night I died and then lived to tell the tale of how I died.
What am I thankful for..I figured out I can drink on antibiotics without getting sick thanks to the power of pot gummies
Somehow I don't think offering me edibles is what dad meant by checking in on me
They're the hard candy kind!
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