oh god the rape fog is back!
after drinking 6 jumbo margaritas he then proceeded to tell the entire restaurant that he was going to "bust a load in me" when we got home....how do you think the rest of my night went?
When i look at that picture of him, i'm a little proud to be like yeah, his dick was in my mouth saturday no big deal.
now were playing what girl doesnt belong in the picture of girls in bikinis.
I was told u were the one who could explain to me why i woke up in the running shower, still in my dress and heels
I can't help but be optimistic. I'm like a ball of slutty sunshine.
we're almost there. Shes pounding on the car window telling the nurse whos on a smoke break to fuck off.
I'll wind up on his doorstep with a confused "oh you live here" expression, a feigned ankle injury and a seemingly fortunately placed bottle of tequila. I don't care what it takes: HIS MOUTH WILL BE ON MOUTH.
Just found a bag of weed nailed to the door that my dealer dropped off since I wasn't home. God I love Boulder.
I took a few sips of my hugeee bottle of liquid Vicodin and smoked my one hitter and now I'm going thru my attic like Indiana Jones
Life isn't about who you kiss, drunk, at midnight. It's who you text nonsense to, sober, from the toilet.
Next time I feel awkward in a situation I'm going to just yell "free bird!!!!" Like some redneck at lynyrd skynyrd show
This is not a drill. I need a cape. And a tuxedo. Simultaneously. Repeat. NOT. A. DRILL....
He has a bear rug in his room. I'm going to ask if we can have sex on it. Wilderness sex.
sitting in the prison waiting room in my boyfriends clothes. looooong story.
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