I love sluts.
I end my prayers with that every single night.
My dad just came home, said hi to mom and me in the kitchen, and then said "I'm gonna go inject my blood with iguana saliva".
there was enough confetti in my bra to throw another NYE party
walkin around the woods blazed, drawing pictures of trees and plants, i get a grade for this
she said she was living bicuriously through me.
Think worst case scenario and then dress sluttier
I would seriously fuck her so hard, her contacts would pop out of her eyes.
look in the field by the highway and see if there is a high heel there. Or some Taco Bell bags.
eating on the run again ?
Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to pick up rum, beer, and cigarettes. Your holiday will self-destruct if you ignore this message.
I love the fact that my Mom has been present at 90% of my drug deals.
just woke up. hair smells like weed and bbq. shins are bruised. vague memory of us chasing deer at the park at 3 am. fill me in on what exactly happened.
I know it's going to be a good day because he didn't notice the bite mark on my butt.
I only spent $42 at the bar last night, it's some sort of miracle.
you do remember it was dollar beer night, right?
That answers my next five questions
I always feel bad for the sober driver... Never been me but I feel bad... empathetic AF
She's nice. But even when I am with her I am thinking of her mom, literally the hottest woman on earth.
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