sorry if i was weird last night, had weird deja vu that we had done that before, i mean with the peanut butter.
we had.
well that explains the rash. i dont think i should see you again.
The party tonight has no theme but I decided to go as a home wrecker.
By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
I hate the Packers so much, I wouldn't cheer for them if they were playing al Qaeda.
You are colorful like whore, yet adorable, like sad puppy. You need more drink.
I was the one passing out cake at the bars
Who shows up to work two weeks ago still drunk and freshly high on blow and gets a promotion and a raise? This girl. Good at business. Super good at being fucked up.
Teaching my class, used paper clips to fix my hair. Too hungover to be a kindergarten teacher.
We're Scorpios. We're like dogs rolling in whatever smells good to us.
Whore are you.
Is that a Yoda insult or are you asking me where I am?
Yes.
When we tried to make a video I set the camera to 3sec pictures accidentally so instead of a movie we have a flipbook of our sex.
I tried to take home a cat on broadway last night. I named him Pinocchio and put my purse down on the sidewalk and tried to put it inside it
I just wanna get hammered somewhere crazy. Meet some chicks. Bang them and then go scuba diving.
I don't know. Sometimes you can be a wild card with your emotions. Mostly the emotion known as anger.
Snorted a dorito chip for 1$. Cross that off the bucket list.
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