Im drinking a beer thats called vuuve which is boobs in begian. I think my life is complete.
yeah. pants. i need to put pants on. i didn't do that last night. big mistake
of course. lets lasso hookers.
Nope it's him. He's whispering to himself and buying asparagus.
my voice of reason is faarrr too drunk for me to listen.
He talks to me in this sweet I know you might be pregnant voice.
the story is to long to tell you via txt so when you notice the tattoo on your ass call me.
she's crying and begging for her chapstick and insisting on walking home...her every thursday ritual
We were showing our tits to everyone because it's breast cancer awareness month and we care deeply
I thought we were doing it cause it's Tuesday
I just want to like rub my face on his abs
I need help
Going to be a long day. text me later. Sorry I puked in your sink.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
Those thigh tattoos deserve the handsomest of grins between them. Dont settle.
He's two decades older than you. Remember how you said you wish you lived in the 70s? HE DID.
I got a 93 percent on my last mid term and I was drunk. Think of the possibilities if i were sober for the one thats tommorrow.
Randomize
