im surounded by vag. Like smog aound LA, i am suffocating in an atmosphere of pussy
It is obvious to me now why clam chowder & beer aren't a good combo.
i wish i could google "things to eat in my fridge" so i wouldnt have to go downstairs and be disappointed
you were passed out snoring, face down with all your clothes still on and 20 minutes later you sat up and said "FUCK YES" and then passed out again.
Drunk wheelbarrow races might make the top 10 list of dumb shit weve done. Especially considering all the broken glass around...
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
I look at sleeping with him as a way to get up in the world. He will lead me on to bigger and better penises.
So I feel like I should have had a going away party for your dick. Complete with balloons and cake. Yeahh that's right. I'm gonna miss it.
My legs r really sober for running now
I don't think that's how sobriety works.
He must have found my secret supply of blow and took a bump before we left the house. Rude.
He could of at least asked
Day 10 and still no sign of rescue in my pants.
I'm tired of the topic. I sent him a pic of my vagina to change it.
Normally, it will inspire me to work. Today, it's inspiring me to masturbate.
I got arrested in a leprechaun onesie
He passed out in my car.
What's the problem?
HE'S STILL IN MY FUCKING CAR.
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