we had you propped up in a chair and fed you donuts. i've never seen you happier
since you saved your number in my phone as "the hot chick you met last Friday" I don't know who you are either
I totally just friend requested the girl I met in jail last night so that I could give her back the sunglasses she lent me upon our release. See, I'm not a total delinquent.
I feel like it'll be a success as long as she doesn't end up dead in a ditch. There has to be a line somewhere.
And I just found out I called my debit card a fast food passport so I dont deserve to live
usual friday morning routine. the pants i wore last night are in my passenger seat and im rooting through the pockets trying to make exact change at the dunkin donuts drive thru
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.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
I got asked to "be the filling in a man sandwich." You don't get to pick the club again. EVER.
That broad from the bar put her name in my phone as "The girl I'm going to marry in 10 years".
I made a nest in his bed. I'm not leaving
sex on acid sucks though, i want to connect with the universe not your dick.
Well it was okay until he pinned my arms over my head and I found the loaded pistol tucked behind the bed... THIS IS WHY WE DON'T FUCK BOYS IN MONTANA ANYMORE
You did what with his pubic hair?
One of my tenants at my fourplex that I own gave me a massive bag of severely dank pot and a brick of cocaine because she didn't have the cash to pay the rent. She might just be my favorite tenant!
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