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he fingered me, smelled his fingers, then asked me what i ate today..
Also, do you think you think his dick is perfect bc you loved him? Or is it actually perfect?
I puked in the revolving door and had to sit down on the escalator. That hungover. It's safe to say people are judging me.
The bouncer yelled at him for poking at the guy selling roses, I think it's time to leave.
He literally sends me dick pictures, EVERY DAY. SEVERAL DIFFERENT ANGLES ..it's like I GET THE POINT.
Remember when we pinky swore we'd never feel hungover alone...
i still can't believe we survived that barcrawl. the third bar had bullet holes and we still went in.
We played alot of beer pong and ventured into the woods with tiki torches
but they dont look like handprints. looks like someone had a boxing match with my tits and my tits lost
He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I'm keeping him.
We need to get fucked up again and play games like "save the tequila but dodge the knife"
She's running around the streets punching people and narrating. I don't know whether to laugh or stop her
One day, I might be old and married wishing I could bang everyone... and that'll be a problem. So I feel in my heart it's something I need to do.
fyi my negative pregnancy test is taped to the fridge...i'll take it over an A+ any day. be proud.
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