I'm at a Mexican Walmart. Wish you were here.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
It's been a wonderful constant drunkeness. We played Marco polo with some random like 8 yr olds in the kiddie pool.
Come down. You're the next contestant on this bowl.
Just witnessed a fat waitress doing whipits in the back of a waffle house.. my life seems a little brighter..
I mean I sucked his dick at 3 AM... UNDERWATER. I think I have earned a follow back on twitter.
Eh maybe I should give her a chance. Let's see where making a porno takes the friendship
and here comes the time of my day when I haw to convince a guy to drive my cape and my handle to my dorm.
I drew you a picture of Jesus holding hands with Frida Kahlo as a token of my gratitude
I have feelings that need drinking.
I'm so hung over that I'm pretty sure I can feel the earth's rotations when I close my eyes.
My life has evolved from screwing randos, ok?
Can I drink yet?
It's Monday morning.
Your point?
I feel like my foot is being amputated. Or maybe it's the vodka. I couldn't tell you.
I lysoled the money\n(631): wrong text lmao
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