the recession has oofficially hit my standards.
Tell me why I go to the dollar store for nail polish remover and a ghetto black dude trys to hit on me in the parking lot, then he gets in line behind me with a dousche bag literally and that is his only purchase.
He came through my line today and bought designer impostor perfume, just for men gel, and astroglide. I almost DIED.
we were making out and he got up to change his pants. I wonder what would happen if i took my shirt off.
The Fresno prostitute seemed offended all I wanted from her was directions back to the freeway.
Someone woke me up and gave me a sprite and some pills. I put them in my belly button. Trust no one.
Yay for living on the edge. I'm trying this new thing where I stop mom-arming people and promote bad decisions. It's working quite well.
I may be in the process of acquiring a second male fuck buddy and dating a girl....FUCKING STOP THE TRAIN I'M ON! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!
Idk. The last coherent text said something about $25 & dimes. And then...it's just letters...
So wait. Let me get this straight lol... you... are are considering offering fetish services to "trample and own" someone for $80 in order to pay for someone to come organize ur shit? Pure genius.
Someone's vagina was extra sandy cause the left side of my bed feels like the beach.
We can get drunk and battle coyotes
every day is bullshit and fuck everyone. That's my motto for the week
Your liver needs more exercise - we start training tonight.
All I remember was you telling him there was something behind him so he would turn around and you could slide down his carpeted stairs on your belly without a shirt on. How's that carpet burn btw?
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