I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
i found her turbo button.....if you know what i mean.
I just realized last night I drunk-bought a flight to Florida for this weekend...kinda torn between the price and the potential of awesomeness
I need to get the stench of sex and broken dreams out of my room
I have three paper towels stuck up my vagina. This is not a time to be calm.
i looked up and she was looking over the stall watching me pee and told me to unlock the door. that dedicated to sucking my dick.
No more Raisinettes before sex. That's what happened. I just put it together
I miss the good ol days when id just come home from school and thered be a costco size box of condoms on my bed.
my parents really loved me back then.
OMG. Dad just threw a 100 dollar bill down on the table for a girl to lift her shirt. I think he was kidding, but...
It's fun yes. But hard on the body. I woke up with her purse, socks and one of her shoes in my room. The other shoe was outside. What the fuck were we doing last night?
Like, I can't stand that bitch, but i genuinely hope she gets the help she needs
Captain Morgan does not know self control. Nor does he teach it.
After last night I never want to be in the back of a cop car again. No leg room.
Do you think it would be okay if i cleaned my cartilage piercing with the leftover vodka?
You handed me your heels and said, "barefoot running is all the rage." Then you proceeded to run home.
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