To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
I think we should see other people.
Already working on it.
i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
When i look at that picture of him, i'm a little proud to be like yeah, his dick was in my mouth saturday no big deal.
I feel compelled to tell you that I woke up this morning and found an entire corn on the cob in my purse. Ive decided not to question my drunken behavior anymore, and to just accept it as my lifestyle.
This whole night would have been avoided if the liquor store had air heads
Happiness for him is a different happiness than you can supply cuz you have life standards, morals and goals that dont include the bar or beer everynight.
I just gagged from thinking about the amount of tequila we will be drinking. DRUNK TUESDAYS
Paying for my weed with Mike's hard lemonade freezables. The perks of having a gay dealer
If a treadmill opens up I'll run next to him and then fall off so he has to give me mouth to mouth
Most of my life can be described like an HBO prison drama.
NOBODY TALKS SHIT ABOUT PANDA EXPRESS
just move with us, we wanted to get a dog. youre kind of the same thing..
But unlike the human Walter the plant Walter will someday grow to satisfy my needs
I attempted to walk home at 5:30 this morning cuz i was mad at him cuz he didn't want to cuddle and didn't have pizza. I got 3 houses down n fell over.
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