I need to talk about my life with someone. Preferably with someone who hasn't tried to jizz on me
we were boning in the bathroom when her boyfriend came upstairs. I wish i could remember what happened next more clearly, because it had to have been hilarious
As long as there aren't any pictures of me humping the penguin, we are good,
The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
We are not buying weed off a guy from the internet.
okay. this is james and youre probably never ever gonna see me again unless i really really really want some pussy. sorry.
I feel like I need to get a restraining order against him but I'd probably be the one to break it.
btw theres a pine tree in the downstairs shower. the guys thought it would be a great free air freshener.
These days, you and me are swimming in dicks.
Marco
Polo
You sent me snap chats of you guys having sex. Like plural. It was like flip book porn, I'm traumatized.
this dude, we had a connection. he kept smiling at me. it's like he knew i was gonna facebook stalk the fuck out of him
I fucked my ex boyfriend to get shrooms for you guys
That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard
Remember when we used to smoke out of an apple at the playground? Those were some precious moments
I had sex in the tube at that same playground once. That park is full of memories.
apparently I kept repeating I have a to do list this summer and he's on it
Can now check off "Start bar fight with my dad." on my bucket list.
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