You know you love balls. Don't act all "I-Don't-Love-Balls-ish"
I need to stop coming to work sober
It was like a spaceship landed and 1000s of hipsters filled up the park
oh hey summer self, welcome to endless thirsty thursdays and walks of shame.
we all know badassery is carried on the XX chromosome
we decided to do a scavenge hunt for ourself for when we walked back to our apartments. We hid taco bell behind some bushes. I think they are still good.
One of two things would happen: He'd love it, or you'd get a restraining order.
We're past the whole "Did she just try to finger my ass?" Stage. Now it's encouraged.
Just finished off a roll of paper towels. Celebration blunt?
I don't understand but I'll be there in 5
I cried singing "call me maybe" on the way home from the bar. What the fuck
He's in the hospital yelling at his brother to at least have stuck something "normal" up his ass.
Again?
I wish buying curtains was as easy as buying drugs. I already KNOW what I want and what the outcome will be: awesome.
It started out as friends with benefits and now I'm picking up her kids from daycare...what has happened to me
the fact that I've been his fuck buddy for a year, and I'm pregnant isn't bothering me. the fact that he didn't tell me about his girlfriend does.
When you wake up and wonder why your bleeding and it feels like you jumped into a ceiling fan, dont worry. Ill explain it all when I wake up.
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