love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
I an trashes at a wedding. Hotbcousins here I come. Agh.
you were carrying a trash bag around insisting it was your purse. I'll let you guess how your night went
I'don't know who your are but its that time a day. Drunk it up. Did you buy a House for goundhogs days?
Hold on there are flying pancakes I can't handle this right now
Life lesson today, a six foot hot guy I meet at a party CANNOT fit on my bike with me.
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
Just high watching the holiday fireplace channel. My space heater lends authenticity to the fire experience. Come over.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
Shitshow foam night was such a success
I do have a life. It just consists of making scarves and chesse straws now
Checked my photo vault today... My self nudie folder is passing the 150 mark.
The weird thing is that you don't send them to anyone. You just keep them for yourself...
The only things in my fridge are almond milk, Smirnoff Ice and chicken noodle soup. I'd say I've done mama proud.
Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent
Another guy on Tinder just asked about "the hotter girl" in my pictures. I fucking hate being your friend.
Randomize
