you didnt say anything until i brought it up today. i guess i misjudged your maturity.
I guess I misjudged your gender.
I just opened up the mens room door to a dude pissing in the urinal and pointing at himself in the mirror
i think he drugged the pie. i'll get back to you on that later.
the fact that he forgave me for making out with the bartender is proof that i can fuck my way out of anything.
I was the last girl at the bar last night. It was like a battle royale between 10 guys.
She only remembers me when she's drunk. It's like I'm a suppressed memory that only surfaces with alcohol.
I told him the truth. Truth leads to vodka. Vodka leads to tequila. Tequila leads to prison.
I may or may not have just sent the bartender a pic of me in my slutty cheerleader costume with the caption "rah rah ree, gimme yo d"
why would you automatically assume i'm high...
you just told me you're eating the powder of a lemonade mix.
Nope I went the fuck home like an adult
so much tequila, so little girl.
Jk probs not coming. Tequila
Ended up in his bed... He's passed out holding me and his bulldog is laying across my legs. Both snoring. HELP!! I wanna go home!
Did he hurt you? I have a crowbar I can beat his sorry ass with
he drove over two hours to fuck me and came in 3 minutes. he got mad when I asked him if it was worth it...
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