yes, too bad my tears were being wiped away by tits in my face
using my metrocard to split lines. it says optimism on the back. i am optimistic that you will appear at my door and help me finish all these drugs.
I was high enough to think that mac-n-cheese w/ ketchup, tortilla chips w/ ketchup, and milk was a fancy dinner
I hope making "real" money at your "real" job is worth it because you totally missed beer and dorrito mac n cheese tuesday.
like a sex slave...but with a better dental insurance plan
Before you become official, we should get a hotel room and fuck our brains out. Sort of like a going away party for your penis.
dude chill. we stole 18 hamburgers from her house
no. you cant fuck a burger.
I'd say I should re evaluate my life choices, but I'd make the same decisions only faster and wearing a push up bra.
Drinking franzia alone at noon watching a cheese themed episode of "The Chew" I'm ready to admit I need a job.
Within 24 hours, I went to a feminist documentary screening with two state reps and you hate fucked a rent-a-cop on the helipad of your hospital. Somewhere our lives went in different directions.
I still make more money.
So who was trying to make it rain last night in the bathroom? There are pieces of dollar bill everywhere
It's getting harder and harder to find People to carry her home
She shouldn't drink
Cocaine is ok on a cleanse, right?
so i realized that he's only my physical relationship and beer is my emotional relationship...
There's a fuckload of syrup all over the floor.
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