P.S. I can't hear my feet
I caved and texted him. But it's strictly drug dealing business so it doesn't count.
My psychiatrist is "consulting" others. I am high-achieving nuts.
he drunkenly pissed himself on the deck, in the bathroom, and on my couch within the span of an hour
its like an avodart commercial...maybe he has a growing problem
Help. All alone. Room is. Changing colors. Dance party 2010, but without dancing.
She's a virgin AND a minister's daughter. We're one schoolgirl outfit from the dear penthouse trifecta
My life now consists of 2 time frames. BV before vibrator and AD after death of my sex life.
Well, I watched a girl proposition a shit ton of people, try to take a cocktail waitresses job and then proceed to walk into a wall. Damn, I'm a little jealous.
At Walgreens. I'm getting condoms and a bottle of water so that I'm not "just getting condoms". I don't think I'm fooling anyone though.
And then the templeton police were like "oh I remember her, yeah the blue haired girl that we picked up cause she was passed out drunk on the side of the road"
I never thought I'd say this but there's too many dicks around here.
She fucked the dishwasher AND the manager.
Well, she isn't a classist. You've got to give her that.
I'm drinking apple juice and champagne while watching crossroads..like the classy bitch that i am.
Bachelorette party buss just rolled into down town. DTF, "horny hotties inside" and "show us your dicks" written on the windows....this could get interesting.
I have a mailbox and I don't know why.
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