we're blogging at a bar
went out last night and woke up on the bathroom floor again, thinking about just moving my bed in there.
so explain to me why i woke up in jail this morning
because you opened a jar or pickles and a bag of fritos and layed down in the middle of aisle 7 while singing 'la cucaracha'
no more ever clear
it wasn't THAT bad but he definitely called his dick an asshole and said sorry to my vagina
I opened my door to go to class and all there was was a raccoon puking on the doorstep. In hindsight, it was a very accurate omen.
The drugs are starting to wear off. Suddenly aware there's a girl with bald patches and 2 guys that don't have a full set of teeth between them.
I like my landing strip. Makes me feel sophisticated.
What you did last night can never be called sophisticated. I don't care how you trim your pubes.
i love when the champions come out to play im bringin the shock collar this weekend
And my only real exposure to Russian culture is you and Internet porn.
What is soo wrong about a house of half-naked people hugging each other and laughing?
The pinata full of drugs?
There are more dirty dishes in my bed then in the kitchen. Have I lost at life?
Like actually I will be single and sad and lonely for ever. Cheese will be my life partner. Robot sex is my future.
I smell like playdoh, sex, and ruined lives. I love the weekend
just had a woman ask me to donate my eggs so that her baby could look like me. don't know whether to get a restraining order or be flattered. thoughts?
he said he's going to burn things and pack his stuff. he may leave tomorrow supposedly but i doubt it
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