I'm sick of being broke. I had vicodin and frosting for lunch.
oh and then you called a time out with your penis
He doesn't need to speak English. He needs to speak sex.
Lesbian sex in an alleyway drunk.
She kept telling me to calm down. I was on the floor with my eyes shut, not moving. In levels of calm I was one step above coma patient
I knew when her mom came in spraying me with Febreeze telling me I smelled like shame it was going to be a rough day.
The whole time we were fucking I kept thinking, "My dad would love this cologne. I'll have to ask him where he got it." the highlight of the night is that I figured out my dad's birthday gift.
Dont really know what happened near the end, Pockets were filled with skittles though
We found you facedown on his couch in a pile of cheerios, with only one shoe on. Dude you said you were staying in last night.
Sext: Bring me pancakes from the midnight breakfast gathering please
What the matter? A girl can't play some Super Mario without being accused of being high?
He yanked my breathe right strip off in the middle of me riding him.
And you hate the library
Yea but I love drugs and my grades
the last thing is remember is that strange guy in the leotard...i woke up in my bed, naked, with a half eaten grilled cheese on my nightstand, a six pack in the fridge, a new pack of cigarettes on my pillow and coke in my purse. apparently i bought some drugs, shopped and cooked. typical.
Puked up breakfast after doing my first minze shot in a while, but that shot was to Trump losing the election, so it's all good.
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