its not stalking. its research.
its like he missed a chap in the "being a guy" handbook and read the bible instead
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
She is making me post-sex grilled cheese at 2 am wearing only shorts and cowboy boots. I am so in love
she must've caught on when i went out for a "run" in jeans and a sweatshirt and came back holding a McDonalds bag and smelling like pot.
Does having a sippy cup full of wine, at an outlet mall, qualify you as 'having a problem'?
I'm still finding big obvious chunks of condom around my car.
stop calling me dude. finger blasting me officially kills you being able to call me dude.
They won't let us do straight shots of 151 since that guy lit his face on fire.
Dude if it is ever said "everybody get inside the police helicopter just showed up.". That means it was a successful party.
You told the entire smokers deck that you were blowing .08 now and anyone else willing later
I just got fingered in the Win-Co parking lot for pills. How's your meltdown going?
Please tell me that all of the things I remember doing last night didn't really happen. Please.
Because I'm sitting in a bath of my own wisdom and drowning my sorrows in coconut rum
You barfed off the front porch while the elderly neighbors were walking their dog. We had to convince them not to call 911.
Pics or it didn't happen.
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