The bar posted my picture because my name changes with each new fake i get. i'm getting a wig.
I'll be a little late, "getting ready for the party" turned into "smoking a bowl and doing lines in my room for an hour and a half." But I'm on my way now. With coke. And weed.
you have failed as an in class drinking partner.
After Thursday my breakup "don't screw anybody out of respect" month will be over and I will be set loose. My pussy is purring with anticipation.
I just want to have weird supply closet sex with him... and then I'll be all set. Fired, but all set.
It took all the strength I had tto sit at my desk and not tear off my business attire and run screaming from adulthood and flourescent lights.
If you do wifi you would be helping my penis out & real friends care about their friends penises...
I'd rather be castrated by angry chipmunks Than live your life for 24 hours
So I stappled myself into my toga... that should be interesting getting out of later tonight...
Not genetic. He's drunk and texted me a dick pic. Not genetic. Thank God!
so i might have figured out why that girl isn't talking to me...I'm 90% confident I didn't give her a pillow when she stayed over >.>
Hey it's Males-You-Probably-Wish-You-Hadnt-Had-Sex-With Monday. MYPWYHHSWM
She moaned the name on my fake id during sex, that or she's cheating on me with someone named Victor
And then I realized my chick friends consist only of sober you, drunk you and hungover you
hey. this is your former cousin. you boned my best friend last night.
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