They were so slutty we had to play "rarely have I ever."
He's my palate cleanser. He's my mint sorbet. He's my saltine cracker. He's who I fuck between people to make the next one better.
This hotel is not contributing to my sobriety, they have 4 kinds of free wine and beer.
I have to overdose on valtrex I had a rough weekend.
Bro I am trying to have one night stands nothing more, unless she is baking waffles I can eat out of her butthole I am not interested
Im cutting you off tonight ONE boy at a time
I just remember her dragging me inside in a panic saying we needed mentos and popcorn I have no fucking clue how we ended up asleep in her closet.
Fuck. I have to get my shit together by lunch. Mission impossible.
I think if wine wasn't a thing I'd give up on life.
I'm not even pretending to study anymore. I'm straight up sleeping in the library
I woke up to him "wax on, wax off"-ing my boobs. I just reminded myself that I love him and let it happen.
Dad danced with a girl half his age and her boyfriend just sat at the bar and waited for dad to be done. I bought pity nachos.
I make him buy me all the extremely expensive high end Mac cosmetics I desire. Wear it then let him cum on my face. I am fucking glamorous.
yea, she was legit pissed that her rasberry vodka ice cubes never actually froze. but we couldnt convince her otherwise.
There's just something classy about smoking a blunt in a prom dress.
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