I cont stop tolking in a british axsent
I walked into my house this morning to find an 18 pack on the counter. I think that's gods way of ringing the bell for round two.
I realized today that I should stop thinking so much with my vagina instead of my brain.
Please tell me this doesn't mean another "surprise road trip" where I spend all my money on gas and the SURPRISE destination is the abortion clinic.
But what if I pay for the gas?
i ditched last period to have sex with him. i had to change into my skank clothes in the church parking lot. little kids were on the swings.
nothing about this is right.
It' a whole new level of walk of shame. I'm carrying his sheets since I have a washer/dryer.
My mom just blew pot smoke into my nose and called me a cat.
Also pregame at mine tomorrow?
I look at sleeping with him as a way to get up in the world. He will lead me on to bigger and better penises.
Join us. We're on the roof drinking breakfast
Ok so I didn't mean for his first impression of me to be lying face down on his roommates bedrooms floor throwing up my jäger but it happened. Atleast my ass looked good in those jeans. Think I still have a shot?
A duck just looked me in the eye whilst I peed in a lake. I feel so dirty.
I forgot my backup drink is supposed to be pedialyte and vodka. Add in the shit I'm losing as I drink. Win-Win right?
So much Jack, so little girl.
pray to the hookup gods
Our sex is like an episode of "The Simpsons." Picture Homer choking Bart, and that's pretty much what we're into.
All I want is to get shitfaced and fuck random strangers is that really to much to ask?
Randomize
