I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
cruising supermarkets, asking random people where i can get weed. fuck alaska
this is two weekends in a row I've been the pantsless girl at the party. I love my social life.
I am pretty sure I told him the clouds were earth's purest filtration system and that snow was the rarest and most delicious water in the world. My lips are burning because we ate so much.
I just did the nutritional comparison between 2% milk and Bud Light Lime.. the beer had less calories, less carbs, and less fat. It's not looking good for milk in my life anymore
i got us a cheese tray and a bottle of whiskey
ugh yes i love our date nights
It wasn't a threesome, it was me making out with one while looking at the other one screaming "does this make you jealous?"
I should have questioned it early on when they said bring beer and chocolate syrup
I'm not drinking cause I'm like 4 vodkas away from a boom box and Peter Gabriel.
I gasped. Both pairs of lips did.
The bond between me and cheese is something no man can understand.
I'm dressed in all sequins still at 9:30 in the morning and the worst part is that I actually still fit in in Vegas
But the sex is so much better when he already has a girlfriend
hell no. i was not wasting my two tears of virginity on him.
I told him I had an IUD and he asked me how was a bomb a form of birth control..
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