fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
I checked for jungle juice on Weight Watchers. they didn't have it.
I'm going to rise like a phoenix out of the drunken, shameful ashes that were last weekend.
let's skip the party, and just play drunken wii, again. its time to give my vag a break.
The parties out here are fucking awesome and I've got the grades to prove it.
can we meet up so i can piece together the end of my night? for instance, did i jump or fall into a plant?
JAMES WASHOMGTON STATE ATTACKED US
WE'RE FYCKED UL HARDCORW
THE REISLING ATRACEX US
I'm in the sex attic, crying, eating french toast and taco
Front seat of an Escalade in a limo-service parking lot. That is all.
He's def the type to chop us into bits whilst screaming "NAPA BITCH". AKA my type
We fucked on shrooms. It's like his dick was a beam of light and when I came I turned into a prism and my orgasms were made of rainbows.
Plus who wants to live somewhere tom jerked off? No one.
I have a burn on my hand, I'm covered in bruises, I think my toe is broken, and I have no clothes to wear home.
my near death experience doubled as my sexual awakening
MY DINNER LAST NIGHT CONSISTED OF SEMEN AND A PROTEIN SHAKE... MY TRAINER WOULD BE PROUD I DIDN'T HAVE CARBS!
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