Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
standing in line at subway, they've got 'stand up and get crunk' blaring. the lines out the door and everyone is dancing. Lombardi Gras rules.
I believe some people would call last night an orgy.
She refuses to believe she pulled down her pants and spanked her ass in front of us
Malibu has added tequila to its rum. It's like when two beautiful gaybies come together an spawn a unicorn that only cries jellybean tears.
Chilling. The soap was talking at one point if I rememeber right...
Just switched my underwear without taking my pants off don't ever be ashamed to be related to me
just once I'd like to not pass out before we leave the designated pre-drinking place
He was lasting forever and I couldn't take it so I faked an asthma attack
The little girl I'm babysitting is having a tea party, the water and chips she's passing out are doing wonders for my hangover.
I just put on underwear fresh outta the dryer and it's like tiny Angels are giving them warm supportive hugs all over
there's a 50/50 chance the night will end in alcohol-induced rituals of satanic nature
I woke up naked and alone this morning. What a life
I have filthy fantasies involving his tongue. My vagina almost exploded while he was licking that ice cream cone.
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