she went to pee and i could hear her singing "Drip Drip Drop LIttle April Showers" from Bambi through the door.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
well i just had my first "when i graduated college she was 12" morning
We somehow managed to get the sumo-wrestler costume into the washing machine, but I don't think the cupcake icing completely came off... And it still smells like tequila.
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
Blackout me just wants to pee on sober me's dreams. Literally.
So hung over, I told one of the candidates she's hired if we can turn the lights off and take a nap instead of doing her interview. I feel like she has potential.
My gynecologist got a full view of the obviously bite marked shaped bruises on my thighs. I just kept talking about work and hoped she wouldn't judge me.
I just drove my booty call to his booty call, if that isn't spreading the love, I don't know what is.
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
The ONLY reason I am doing laundry is because all my sweatpants are dirty.
Like why am I even still facebook friends with a guy I let finger me at a concert?
You would be proud of me, I did not take a dab at work today.
My brain is a dvd screensaver and I'm allowed to have a good thought when it hits the corner
You know how fear has a smell? Well turns out shame has a smell too. It's Pina colada flavored anal grease.
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