So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
maybe i get so drunk and make stupid mistakes cuz Subconsiously im preparing for my real world debut
everyday i become more and more impressed with my facebook stalking skills
sometimes i wish i was a boob, they get to chill in soft and cuddly little cup things.
I'm going as Jenn Sterger if she answered Favre's calls and ended up in a trash can. If I don't get laid tonight I'm going to be pissed
the fact that he forgave me for making out with the bartender is proof that i can fuck my way out of anything.
"Home for the holidays" isn't clearance to fuck the recently 18 year old high schooler right?
Nope, his last birthday was.
So on a scale of 1 to Friendship-Over, how mad would you be if a rando I brought home sharted on the shag carpet in the living room?
I wish I could remember her name, I mean we fucked and all, but it woulda been nice to tag her in the instagram pics.
I feel like passing out with my foot on your face has bonded us at a very fundamental level.
I'm texting an actual stripper. A male stripper. I dont wanna talk about it yet
And that was the night we had mind-blowing sex with the score from Raiders of the Lost Ark blaring on vinyl in the background...
Just drink your champagne out of a trophy like a fuckin winner
idk what happened last night but i just wokeup with nothing on but a necklace...what is this, the fucking titanic?
Lunch?
Massage?
Spanking with handcuffs?
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