I'm drinking on the job... HEAVILY
Dear everyone that texted me last night wondering where i was. i ended up face down blacked up drunk before i made it to the party. My bad
I can tuck mytits in my pants
he's been in the country 4 hours and we just did it in the closet. he called me "miss flirtatious in the cupboard." i'm in love.
I can practically hear my vag and my conscience fighting.
I gave up my innocence when I let him cum in my spelling bee trophy
Delete her number from his phone. He keeps slurring how he's going to get her "all sorts of pregnant".
New definition for "rock bottom": Waking up in a puddle of your own puke, missing your fake tooth. Then having to dig through said puddle of puke for aforementioned fake tooth. Think it's time I quit partying so hard.
Is this your way of breaking up with me as my wingman?
If drawing me a picture of his dick in draw something is flirting then he is doing it wrong.
I'm eating captain crunch out of a cup half full of beer so idk
I don't fucking know. I'm out stimulating the economy. Not locked in a room with a marker board.
Oh at the liquor store again?
Just had my first american. He tasted like freedom.
so much tequila, so little girl.
My one night stand ended up seeing me the next morning... For my interview. Guess who got a job.
THEY'RE HAVING SEX ON A HORSE AND THE HORSE DOESN'T EVEN CARE.
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