This random guy asked me if I had downs. I was like up yours! And I got out of his car.
Just got back from doctors appt. He lied. It wasn't a pimple on his dick.
i just looked up and i was like omg ballsack and then i didnt know what to do
somehow writing 'not a skank' on yur boobs doesn't really make you look less skanky...
walkin around the woods blazed, drawing pictures of trees and plants, i get a grade for this
dont get me wrong, i like when a guy is into my boobs but when he started saying mama i want milk let me suck, i gathered my shit together and bounced.
Just bought a disco ball for 5 dollars, of course we're drinking tonight.
Turns out my drunken logic and wordsmithing isn't quite the same as the sober version. I'm pretty sure I made fun of the managers mom at one point
you better not pull some "waking up at 2 in the afternoon" shit, we have weed to smoke.
by 11 am we'd already been drunk twice. how much lower can you go?
And now thanks to shrooms we all got a terrifying glimpse of what goes on in his head. I will not say I didn't see it coming when it turns out he made a suit out of people's skin
Consider it an appointment to improve my blow job capabilities.
I want to just live in between your butt cheeks.
she stuffed her marc jacobs purse full of cereal
classy
I'm just really glad SD weather is so erratic so I can get away with wearing a scarf in May to cover up these hickeys.
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