actually, I'm a sock model
twelve hours since my last beer and i just blew a .08, time to go to the library
just because she blew him doesn't mean she knows his name.
the more i look through evidence of last night, the less i seem to remember.
I'm just trying to jam my tits into some coconuts and I'll be on my way
Just pooped at the strip club. NOT NORMAL . I may be a little too comfortable here.
So I'm seriously debating forwarding these sexts to his horse faced new gf including the ones that say he still loves me... but I still need his check to clear... decisions decisions
If you've never been partying there before, take Shae with you. Drunk Shae is like a GPS. She found us the only bottle shop still open at four, a pot dealer, and told us all which subway to take to get home. She'd never been to Madrid before. It was awesome.
I feel like that's something that he should've asked me over dinner..... instead of with his hand down my pants? maybe not
Ah. Hot spring. Infinitely less skeevy than a hot tub. These North Carolinian dudes are all class.
I just added Tubthumping to the playlist for tonight. This is going to make or break the party.
Validation I posted a good pic? The lonely fuckboys send out the booty call signal. Of course I answered the call; Gotham needs its hero.
I like the new guy, he keeps beer in the fridge.
Did you make it home alright?
No I'm sitting under a tree by a cricket. He's alone crying out for someone to Fuck him. This guy gets me.
He showed his fake to the cop and was like "does the coloring look off to you?"
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