508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
I just pooped in his toilet and didn't flush...I desperately need to get him past the girls don't poop phase.
I actually kind of like the booze poos. It's like a colon cleanse. I feel skinnier.
So apparently I ran down the hall to another party and started handing out uncooked spaghetti to strangers. You'd be surprised how many drunk people will eat raw noodles.
It ended with me crying and eating pizza in my closet.
I'm bleeding from my lower lip, and I have bruises around my neck. It was just easier to say I got mugged.
She won't let me open the car door while we are on the highway so I can throw up outside. She deserves to have her car thrown up in.
Ya I painted "STOP TRYING ANAL" on her headboard. I'm sick of listening to her whine through the wall and bitch the next day.
Thank you for not puking on my lap during the first class of the semester. And fuck you for doing it in the second.
Right now Tom has the 2nd floor office bathroom under siege. He shit/clogged one toilet, and he's throwing up in the sink.
He's unconstrained by sanity, physics, or his liver.
Thanks. It's every girl's dream, right? To blow a bald marketing consultant 12 years her senior?
Was that you calling me at 4am asking to borrow a rubber ducky and a tampon?
Adderall went through the wash. Took it anyway. Wish me luck.
I think the cats may be lesbians. It could just be a two hour mutual bath but it sure looks like a 69.
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