just went home with some hot chick. she has posters of the jonas brothers in her room. i basically ran out of the house.
Well we ran into the cornfields when the cops got there. We'd been hiding in there for 45 mins when he asks me "So this wasn't exactly how I'd planned this but I thought I'd ask. How do you feel about oral sex?"
Ive been tazing him too get him immuned. He will be unstopable.
four loko is apparently banned in the us. so i think its time for us to stock up. i already emailed them about buying them in bulk
I woke up to blood crusted on my face. I don't understand
team rage. no explanation necessary
He texted me for drugs this time. Not sex. I dunno if I should be pleased it's not sex or disappointed that I come across as a druggie
I'm thinking we can stop tracking my sex life by the hotels I've hooked up in and instead use bar bathrooms I've gotten head in.
The sales associate looked at me funny for wobbling in the heels i was trying on until i told her i was trying to see how well i'd be able to drunk walk in these tonight
At this point I just want to meet a man with a job.
hungover waitressing a bar association event. im being judged by actual judges.
The money is just too good to quit doing it. I'm using the same justification strippers use.
all time personal low: room service guy going "You want french fries AND onion rings???"
Walking into class right now and I swear to god I smoked down the substitute teacher we have at a party I went to last week
How much have you had to drink?
Qhaghao Oslo?
That seems like quite a lot.
you missed a good time last night.
you texted me at 10 telling me to come fuck you, that says enough.
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