you were going around the whole club telling people to smell ur purse
Bad news is I found gravy in my nightstand again.
I need to get my pants from under your porch. People are asking questions.
Not sure. No solid plans. Just tanning nude.
the last thing i remember is yelling at the cab driver that i'm really good at drive by vomitting.
I'm glad they extended train service last night. People crying, screaming, throwing up, fighting and peeing themselves on a train made me feel like I've got my shit together.
Oh, and I'm only keeping her around till spring. Doing the hunt for cunt is too tough in 12" of snow.
happy find a boyfriend by next Valentines Day. Its like a new years resolution but depressing
Sudden memory flashback: drunk me outside ripping my tampon out and throwing it into the neighbors yard, silently cheering 'time for sexxxx'. I sense a dangerous pattern emerging
I'm to the point that I've had the revelation that its physically impossible for my arms to be attached to my torso.
Frankly, since I met you, I practically exist in a state of constant readiness for sex
Steve, that episode of cops where your dealer rear-ended that family is on again.
There's something really beautiful about walk of shaming past the Capitol.
So, I without a doubt haven't used the bag I'm now carrying since we were dating. Just had to discreetly throw out an unopened magnum in a bus station.
Whatever. I just want to indulge in this mcchicken and forget all about his tiny penis.
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