I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
He's on drugs...like drugs for horses.
getting your period on valentines day is like an extra little fuck you, now you REALLY have no chance of sex tonight.
other girls like to lick balls but none of them live for it like u do
He just slept in my bed for a couple hours and asked lots of questions about gay sex. No, I do not have his number.
The vomit I understand but how is there seaweed in my bed?
In hindsight buying the pill crusher with my vicodin prescription might have been too much.
you left saying you wanted to "go piss on that girl's doorstep" and we didn't see you the rest of the night
that actually explains a lot
you 2 were alone in the living room and the dog walked in and you started yelling what are all these people doing in here
I swear to all that is holy, next time you get my mom high with your "special bake sale" I am going to put your dick in the blender.
Turns out she left way earlier. So I'm stuck with this guy asking where he can score meth and if I'm really straight.
Out of curiosity, do you feel happiness for you, or sadness for ME, that you are the only one I drunk text?
I think I just pulled an onion peel off my boob from sleeping on their kitchen floor
I'm asking you this because you're my dad....is coke a drug I should try?
I thought the dude was just really enjoying his piss but apparently he was jerkin off into the urinal.
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