I wanna crawl in your skin and have dreams about Bobby Kennedy tonight.
I'd wear matching sweaters with you
things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
he rolled over and started playing skeeball on his iphone after we had the best sex yet considering he only lasted 10 seconds last time.. im getting standards.. tomorrow. for now im just going to enjoy the fact i counted over 20 this time.
I am now Facebook friends with Donkey Lips from Salute Your Shorts
my FASA form asked what i spent the majority of my 08 earnings on, im tempted to put "booze, blow, & blunts"
dude you apologized to her after she called you stupid. you were like "no i'm sorry, you shouldn't have to be around stupid people, it's my fault"
about to play the homeward bound drinking game. alone. what are you doing tonight?
He graduated with honors. I've seen him kneeboard on dry ground and run a razor scooter into a wall...anyone can graduate with honors
You know when you blow me it's the softest, most amazing feeling ever. Like putting my dick in a silk bag filled with puppy ears.
I just need three more girls to complete my 'Freak-a-leak' bang list. Know any girls named Zahra, Shavon, or Daronda?
Either way, we will celebrate half Christmas the only way we can. Completely and irresponsibly wasted.
Did you really get up in the middle of a tattoo to go get Taco Bell?
I'm coming right back.
my whole wardrobe smells like substance abuse
try to milk me bitch
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