I’m once again drinking at eight am on a Sunday in my tutu. This garment is literally my best purchase ever.
Homecoming wouldn't be the same without all the drunk old people puking on the street.
Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.
so i may have indirectly taught my 13 year old campers how to give blowjobs.
He Facebook stalked his way right into my pants.
Itd be like fucking a waterbed thats been locked in a barn for two years.
Where in the FUCK do you get your analogies
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
I was ashamed to still be in my green tank this morning, but there's a guy here in full on bright green pants and a green blazer. He looks like the lucky charms guy stretched out at drunker than usual. Now, I fade into the background.
If by date you mean washing Pizza house down with a bottle of wine, then yes I have a date.
I asked for my Beats earbuds back and he sent me a pic of them tied around his penis. Now I miss both my great ear buds and his great dick
There's someone howling in the parking lot. Haha.
You're doing screenings before you set me up again- no child sized dicks allowed.
Just googled myself and a bunch of boob shots of me came up. Apparently my phone automatically uploaded them to my google plus.
Please google me ASAP and ensure I corrected this...
One minute I'm going home the next I'm getting railed on the back 9.
I just gave a fucking twenty minute blowiob.. I'm a GOOD girlfriend.
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