So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
don't look now, but that cross eyed girl is staring at you... and me.
Well, think of it this way, if this were 200 years ago your father would have received the most goats in all the village for your fertile loins. Think about that.
he was drinking cheap vodka with warm tap water and a packet of crystal light. if that's not an alcoholic then idk what is
I'm on my fifth double. This night is getting better whether it likes it or not.
The fact that both my ribs are severely bruised from shoving flasks in my bra might be a validation of my mothers alcoholic accusation
All you have to drink is moonshine and ranch. This is bullshit.
He insists on falling asleep with his penis between my buttcheeks. He says its his "home".
I sent him a picture of my boobs instead of saying good morning. I'm trying to tell him how I feel in a language he'll understand.
They gave me patron and potatoes I couldn't say no
It's getting harder and harder to fake orgasms as I get older.
Drunk me commented on almost all of her pictures. My favorite one is titled "be as the sea". My comment is "cold, rough, large and letting anyone come inside you. you accomplished." Guessing I'm not invited to the party anymore.
Has anyone heard from Jamie or has she actually just been having sex for 48 hours?
did i get sucker punched in the face last night or was our make-out session just that intense?
i don't think the phrases "so shitty" & "taking care of my newborn" should be combined in the same sentence. leave it to her to make it possible eh?
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