we are at a mexican restaurant and the tv is playing mexican porn. dad won't stop watching.
HE had a tribal tattoo tramp stamp, jasmine.
He was actually able to throw up in the bucket from the top bunk. im impressed.
no more everclear, i just stood next to the toilet and peed my pants. then went back to the party soaking wet.
I left boob prints on the hood of his car. Something to remember me by.
Tonight will be judged a success if I walk out without having thrown up on my shirt.
The walls are thin & apartments are narrow so all the bedrooms are next to each other. Our complex could compete in synchronized orgasms.
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
I had one glass of wine then passed out for 4 hours. It's like I'm having a quarter-life crisis.
Because my vagina is Ellis Island. All foreign penises must be presented for inspection and competency. God bless America.
We literally solved our fight using cat pictures on Instagram. True love.
I also just stashed a half dozen bobby pins in my bra.... So when you take it off later, consider yourself warned
my sex drive just dried up, fell out, and is rolling on the floor somewhere.
I am literally so hung over that I just opened up my emergency kit, got out a survival meal replacement bar and ate it.
Dude I just woke up naked on the floor with my dick in a boot. Legit in a fucking boot. I also have no idea where I am.
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