the bulge in his pants is not junk. its hair. trust.
The dutch village is so much worse hungover. Fuck them and their wooden shoes.
just thinking about him makes my vagina shudder.
No we didn't have sex. I got my period on his finger.
Can't wait to go see my drug dealers baby being born. He rolled all of the "it's a boy" cigars into blunts.
False alarm it was margarita mix all over my hands not blood
Had to awkwardly dig through all my fake ID's to get my real one so I could vote.......Model citizen over here.
I'm practically paying him in tacos to have sex with me.
I deem her datable let the dance of attraction commence
dude this night sums up my single life. naked, crying, and covered in honey. i need to get laid.
I realize designer coke was a douchey thing to say but the point of the story is I did bath salts
Aaaand the winner of the worst decision of Sunday night goes to me as I pull up to his house in my lingerie.
Everyone says I win the strip club
The language barrier was annoying .... So we just had sex. That is how you deal with not being able to chat isn't it???
I think I won an award for shitting and vomiting at the same time.
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