its not stalking. its research.
Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.
Dude has a bag of wine attached to his belt. These guys don't fuck around.
You are colorful like whore, yet adorable, like sad puppy. You need more drink.
Just quiet vomiting, and in between heaves she mumbled "be the pro"
well.. I tried flushing my sandals down the toilet
Whales. Broccoli little trees giant. Magic in cat form. I want my loco and juice. Black in shower. Brb remember life.
I just kept screaming "I'm fucking a preacher's son!" Also, this water tastes like weed.
I woke him up with a blow job and he started sing "oh the USAAAA. IT'S GOING TO BE S BEAUTIFUL DAYYYYY"
he made a bon jovi sex playlist and started crying when "i'll be there" came on... how was your night?
Just had a serious discussion with my ex-boyfriend about sexy nurse vs. sexy teacher. So score one for friendship I guess.
because. if I can't sit outside naked and eat my watermelon every morning then I really don't see the point in moving in with you.
I think I'm still high. And I definitely still smell like lobster, so there's that
He was tied up with the electrical tape and force fed wine from a box. It was never going to end well.
And with the bitter taste of failure in my mouth, i am off to pub to drown it in tequila and 19 year olds, so in the morning i can add pregnancy and stds to my list of problems.
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