susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
i had a dream that i had so much marijuana that i didn't know what to do with it. i woke up and cried.
No subtext here. People are naked.
I just ate a fried snickers. I now officially accept all fat jokes
I just told you I can't. My fingers are melting. I have discovered the high.
It got to the point that I had to make flashcards with their name on the front and dick pics on the back.
Come back. She's looking through naked pics of his exes on his phone and questioning him about them and I'm too drunk to walk away.
Her inability to understand the word "moderation" is the achille's heel of an otherwise perfect human
Between the dance party in the car and the distraction of the momma bear and two cubs im a cops wet dream roght now when comes to wreckless driving.
Tell him to dress up like Shaggy and kidnap him then bring him to me. We can pretend. Imaagination.
Dad danced with a girl half his age and her boyfriend just sat at the bar and waited for dad to be done. I bought pity nachos.
Is this what it's like to be an adult? You plan out play dates for your vagina?
The tequila monkeys have a drum solo in my skull right now. I can't imagine Emily feels better.
Don't be weirded out, but my bondage straps are made of my ex boyfriend's curtains
You’re going to be a doctor, and I’m going to be a trophy wife. We both have goals
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