we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
Deffinety need to stop having sex on the beach just took a dump and it was mostly sand
blowing a .13 at 10 AM isn't nearly as cool as I thought it would be.
its a sex-hate relationship...no love involved
Well, according to foursquare I checked in "@under the bushes" at 3:27am. This could explain some things.
What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again.
Someone said we're out of ice. You collapsed on the spot and started sobbing, saying 'but where will all the polar bears live". That drunk.
We carried on a casual conversation about plants while I gave him a hand job.
I think ill wear my dads dashiki but make it sluttier. We shall see
six ambien and a bong later...he was calling me blueberry princess who need rescuing from the evil oven, and he was sir Eatsalot.
Oh man I'm using the bubble wrap that wraped my new vibrator to wrap my dads fathers day gift
I found his belly button lint in my hair. Can't say it was worth it.
So I just noticed that my last drunk google search before going to bed last night was "ghosts based on gays." I have no idea what that's supposed to mean
I just want you to know when I bang him in the back of my car later I'll have pony by ginuwine on repeat
I just realized that you're going to be drunk for daylight savings time again. Godspeed.
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