Once you see the odd facial expressions and noises a guy makes while he is furiously beating off on top of you, it kind of puts things into perspective.
i dont know if you remember blowing your vomity nose directly into my hand...yeah thanks for that
we sixty- nined on a tennis court.. not even drunk. you say insane. i say creative genius.
I'm doing it for my vagina. You should understand that
In all fairness I didnt see your dick because it was already in her
got high to the hills theme song. FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. no regrets.
making a list of all the places we've peed. separate list of places we peed when we were stoned
I have a strict rule of what enters my vajay. It's either sparkly, or human. Anything else and I draw the line. Standards.
Some days you just pee in a stairwell and go home.
Don't patronize me, I thought of that on peyote, so it was basically like a message from God.
I have to finish a biography for history and write a review on it so naturally I was like "getting high will make this more bearable" and now I'm basically inside the book at the revolutionary war with this guy.
I wound up running down the street in 12 degree weather in just my bra and then fell asleep cuddling my bottle. You tell me how last night went.
For a second I thought I had fallen asleep on the floor and freaked out. Then I thought somehow I was on drugs. This is my life.
I know I swore I wouldn't go home with him, but he whispered that he had taquitos and you know how much drunk me loves taquitos.
I woke up on a different floor than I went to sleep on. Can't find my shoes.
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