I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
I have no memory of puking on someone. Was he cute?
i'd fuck the guy who invented dead baby jokes.
so thats when we found her crawling hands and knees up first street singing hold me closer tony danza as loud as she could
did she say where she was going
apparently she thought she was on morton hill and was trying to go back to the bars
Ways to know you did something wrong: you sugar-coated it for your therapist.
I love reading their "i love you more" , "no i love you more" war on facebook today knowing that he hooked up with me last night. I bet i know who wins that one.
it's already thursday and i haven't gotten drunk yet...something's not right.
Fuck him tonight for the both of us. We're still tag-teaming in spirit.
He just texted me from the outside of the hospital. He called the fat broad in the bar mrs snuffleupagus about 60 times and she broke a bottle of blackberry brandy over his head.
It's a self-perpetuating puke chain.
I took 20 bucks from you because when I woke up I saw more of you than I ever wanted to see bro.
Totally acceptable.
He was late, on account of he accidentally went to the Al-Anon meeting across the hall, and it took him 30 minutes to realize he was in the wrong room.
Well, at some point in her life every girl has to decide how much weird she's willing to tolerate for hot tall banker cock
He yanked my breathe right strip off in the middle of me riding him.
These morning walks of shame have became my morning jogs
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