my brain is sober enough to have a conversation.. but my arms feel nice
I kept waking up & seeing my Goodfellas poster and thinking it was a window with people crammed against it staring at me.
I guess the lighting in my room made it look like they were moving. I remember telling myself that they were watching over me and protecting me from the cops
she just gave her compliments to the chief, at dennys
Definately going to wake up wondering what happened to the other half of my lip.
He made off the wall shots in beer pong, stuck the girls dog in a cooler, and played with swords with her mom. I wish I got his name
Fuck I keep finding new battle scars from our fight. Justin told me I stabbed you with a broom handle.. Do you remember ripping my pants off?
you know what would be perfect? if you flew in on a horse/cat holding taco bell and then you swooped me up and took me to disney world and it was magical
We will. we just need a little inspiration.... in smoke form.
That number that I thought was that dude's number...was actually my district manager's number. Fuckkkk.
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
I just started talking about my sextoy because I wanted things to be normal again.
His dick is so big it could be an arm rest.
All I've done for this 11 hour car ride is kegel and listen to our sex playlist so your dick better be good and ready
We're meant to be. Apparently God wants me to get dicked down pretty good too so I'm not complaining about destiny
He told me that he wants to fuck me only wearing a princess tiara...How could I possibly say no to that?
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