are you still at the devil's house?
last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
She soaked the fruit in vodka for ten minutes and then mixed it with normal fruit and sherbert icecream. It was called "lottery fruit".
Just found a quarter that has been stuck to my boob since at least last night.
and then he proceeded to take what he called, a whip cream shower.
I only made out with him because he cured my hiccups
Tomorrow night wont work for me. I'm talking with Bryan about marriage and I dont want to have a shroom hangover.
You need to stop blackout tweeting at him to have sex with you on the roof of your dorm. He doesn't even have a twitter.
You were a path of destruction, you started with eating half the cake, proceeded by throwing the rest in the sink and dumping water all over it while laughing... then throwing the drunk helmet across the room yelling that you didnt want to wear it... i'd say it was a successful birthday.
I kinda got drunk and threw my debit card into a bonfire so I don't have any money at the moment lol.
Maybe you should stop dating for awhile if the chicks aren't working out. Reacquaint yourself with your hand or something.
I woke up with gum stuck to my nipple piercings this morning.. So there's that.
I know I swore I wouldn't go home with him, but he whispered that he had taquitos and you know how much drunk me loves taquitos.
He drunk texted me what I think is two snails fucking on a mushroom. Is "you sick bastard" too mild a rejection?
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