from now on, im only gona ahve sex with my boyfriend.
his Mom's staying with him so he asked if I'd go over and fuck in his shed. he said "it's a really nice shed"
Ha ha. You should see the things I'm doing to my body at Bob Evans.
He made me leave when I challenged "all you bitches" to a game of strip taboo.
How many beers are too many "cause it's Archer Thursday" beers?
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
I didnt say frisky time, just alone time, to chat, or watch a show, or stare into one anothers eyes, or souls, or asses, whatever you straight people do
he woke me up with all the stuff I had at his house in boxes i had to unwrap my own belongings and he said. Happy v-day its time to see ya day! Worst day ever
this party is nice, but i have to go home and cry over anime in order to fill my daily quota of suffering
leads to pukin, then cryin, then 24hr masturbatin binge, then cryin again and finally a combination of all 3
I think even the taco bell employees judged me
I keep worrying the police are going to come looking for us.
For which one? Starting a fire on my porch or having sex on my porch?
hey, just so we're clear, next time we go swimming drunk at my house, we have to use the floating chairs instead of my mattress. i'm not sure how to get it out of the pool.
Come over I need help. I just almost died in an acid flashback while listening to do You Feel Like We Do off of the Frampton Comes Alive album.
I just woke up, dressed as Chris Brown, with a bunless hot dog (presumably from 7/11) in my pocket, wearing a pair of shoes I don't recognize as my own. Help.
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