spell your last name, im trying to find you on facebook
I vaguely remember telling people they were not trash cans
Ok love is a little strong. But he consented to Nachos, beer and board game date with my cats. Keeper.
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
she literally hasn't taken the mardi gras beads off in three days. she showered in them. TWICE.
we found you in the closet, clutching coats that werent yours for stability
I just sniffled when I woke up and got a bump of coke. I have never felt so good hung over.
i know i said i'd always be there for you, but i'm beginning to think that what you call "being there for me" the american judicial system calls reckless endangerment.
Tonights drinking will be celebratory and victorious. Picture the end of The Mighty Ducks set to beer.
Also I just had a flash back ... He told me I have nice nipples and then asked me about yours..
he just fucked me for my cheese.
With my son watching me, I pulled down my pants and shit in her trash can.
I'm a shining star this evening. Dancing with a cane in rite aid now. I should be kept under survaillance.
I successfully cockblocked 5 people in one night. I wasnt getting any, why should they.
What are you feeling right now?
Idk. I just flashed a porch 🤷🏼♀️
So not in the best place to do an emotional inventory
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