God help me. Come pick me up. The guy told me this is not a hotel and i had to leave.
so high. i feel like my whole body is a boner
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
Im watching someone hooking up in the library
procrastination at its finest
vagina is talking i cant
He is drunk texting me begging me not to tell my mom. Pretty sure he is about to offer me sexual favors for keeping my mouth shut. I love being the boss's daughter.
i figure i've seen his cum stains on the floor, i'm allowed to say these things.
I don't want to talk about her cat for two hours only to dry hump till I'm blistered. Not worth it.
I'm up to 9 pic of different guys. I need 4 more boys and each one of the 13 to submit 3 additional pics. I wanna make a penis deck of cards.
I'm not sure...it could be the pasta I ate from her sink, the dominoes, or just the alcohol. Or a wicked combination of all 3.
Sometimes I send them texts like "I want to make you cry and lick up your tears" just to fuck with them. And THAT is how you get rid of a Stage 5 clinger.
On a Thurs night I found myself drunk in a limo w 9 dudes on my way to a strip club. Once there I was handed $100 in ones and told "spend it." I need a husband. Or Jesus.
George disappeared two hours ago with a stripper named "delicious." Haven't seen him since
Let's take a shot for every time we've said "I don't want to get that drunk tonight"
my mom tells me this morning that i was blasting teach me how to dougie at 2 am last night and refused to leave her room until she dougied with me
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