we're blogging at a bar
I judge my drunkenness on my brickbreaker playing skills. I'm winning. Suck it.
Ill do this for you.
You are a team player.
This is me making up for not putting my tongue inside you more.
Ive had to apologize to every girl i know today because of you
he was wearing 3D glasses the whole time.
If the first sentence isn't something about weed or the nature of choclate I'm skipping class.
I love the moment a guy admits defeat against the front clasping bra.
He told me he doesn't dance and he hates drunken excitement. Why I ever thought it would work is beyond me.
Someone apparently named 'eleaw' just text me asking if I had fun last night.
he was cradling you in his arms feeding you rum straight from the bottle and you kept sucking his fingers.
They sext over her pic comments. Role playing as wolves.
I'm bringing vagina and cookies. You'll be fine.
I do wanna see you. And we can just lay here and watch a movie and listen to me cry.
YOU WERE HAVING SEX IN THE SAME BED I WAS SLEEPING IN. AND YOU GRABBED MY HAIR. OF COURSE I'M PISSED.
I had such a bad bruise on my knees from blowing him so much, he asked if he could sign it...
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