So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
haha you were so trashed that you deleted all of your christian music from itunes and kept saying"c-ya God, nice knowin ya"
She said she's saving anal for marriage cuz she has to save something for her husband...seriously just caught myself lookin at rings.
Did we both pass out talking about cake last night?
like the penis drawn on my face is so detailed and well done, i'm not even upset about it.
Sunscreen. In my vag. I hate summer sex.
that bitch in the red sedan is still teasing me with the ice cream cone. i'm going to show her my dick
God damn. I'm really starting to resent babies. They're everywhere. Like fucking land mines.
you know it's gonna be a good 4/20 when you start saving up for it in january.
Really? And is this the kinda party we talked about earlier?
Yup. It's just me crying in a closet eating soup
I fucked a guy that's in Sports illustrated. I'm officially ready for college.
If you're not peeing in public bi-monthly, you're not really living.
His name is Angel. I'm pretty sure he was sent from heaven solely to eat me out.
Can't. Way too high. Forgot how to operate doors. Stuck outside.Come get me.
Idk if my headache is from the alcohol, the pot brownies, or being dragged down 8 flights of stairs by my ankles because i passed out in the 12th floor girls bathroom by you. Probably a combo of all three.
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