508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
Hey so summary of last night. I threw up in a rain boot then tipped it over on my bed, did my laundry and passed the fuck out. I feel like I didn't see you.
They had to restock the bar 3 times before midnight. There is a bridesmaid dress hanging in a tree outside.
Im in your car brotha dog. Its was unlocked, so im gonna sleep in it. well i mean i think its your car be your car.
If this week is any indication of my life here I've got to get out ASAP. My liver can't hack it.
Everything was going great until my fake mustache fell off when we started making out.
I started having a bad trip because I closed my eyes and got lost in a forest of patterns and I knew my mom would be upset.
Just burnt my nuts with a cigarette. Don't ask. I hate life.
Seriously can I go through one convo where masturbating doesn't come up
I'm wearing a cape at the laundromat. I really can't say shit
I just remember banging him and then at some point I went and took a shower and went and laid in the closet
Next time I take edibles I'm getting chipotle to cater the event
this is honestly why we're friends. we drink tea and plan to do drugs together.
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