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Babe...You're really smothering me right now
Im listening to a jazz version of dick in a box.
She's not depressed. She's just sober. It's like the same thing.
all the sharp corners in my house are covered with litter foam blocks. al set for partying
i wish i could, but i promised myself i wouldn't sleep with anyone who couldn't grow a beard for a while. it's not you, it's crosby.
it's been like two and a half months. And I swear, I keep seeing walking dicks. I think I'm going crazy cause of lack of sex..
I'm pretty sure blacking out is a coping mechanism.
My nephew just told me I smell like apathy and regret. Thats the hangover I'm dealing with
Carrying your underwear around in your purse on Sunday morning is its own religious experience
We are without power. He took ALL the lightbulbs out and hid them.
either i huffed spraypaint or ate out that makeup artist. you decide.
I lost the right to judge tonight
The clothing optional portion of the night began around midnight. Then we did disgusting things to each other. It was beautiful.
You kept telling everyone that you were as sober as a camel. I have yet to figure out what that means
He chose me to be his birthday sex..theres a lot of pressure riding on this bang
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