So I got a little fucked up on the punch, and made out with the family friend. Which is apparently morally reprehensible. I don't get that.
I just added her as a friend on Facebook. I met her 5 minutes ago and there are already more than 50 pics of me uploaded... from other nights.
I don't know what happened last night but I woke up this morning with "wolf pack" tattooed on my knuckles.
At least my fat-chick-ratio has not been that bad this semester ...
If you're fucking that other dude, I'll take the sloppy seconds. I don't care.
He literally sends me dick pictures, EVERY DAY. SEVERAL DIFFERENT ANGLES ..it's like I GET THE POINT.
I wouldn't call that a crush. It was more of a minor brain aneurism.
Then he shook the next streetlight but this one broke and fell over. He told me, "This is the part where we run."
It's rum buckets o'clock
I mean when you laced a shot with $200 worth of cocaine I could see why you'd be mad when somebody drops it
if he ever tells me he loves me when we are sober, i am a goner. just fyi.
the puppy had a little leather gag and was using a ball gag as a fetch toy
sometimes i forget what nice tits i have and then i spend a month brushing my teeth naked in the front of the bathroom mirror, and i remember.
Justin has passed out on the toilet in a locked stall. Stay tuned for pics.
Tell me that I didn't just get ash in my Russian and just mix it TF in bc who cares and life has no meaning.
Randomize
