remember that time i ran away from the bar and passed out in a street cot?
neither do i
I'm about to cry with happyness at the beer that will be consumed
If I die and they 'assume' it's natural causes, just go with it.
You talked to that cop for like 15 minutes and when you got back, you told us you were "networking".
I am currently sitting on a candy bar to warm it up cause it was in the fridge so I can eat it while watching the last song and smoking weed by myself
I have to cancel. My sons dad is out of jail unexpectedly and i'm kinda an emotional wreck. P.s. This is not the life I dreamed of as a little girl.
I think he's in need of mouth to penis resuscitation. Which I happen to be certified
You hopped on the counter after puking, and told us you were wearing bare feet and didn't want to be alone.
I hurt so much. Not in the emotional way, but in the I went to dive bars sorta way.
So when I eventually, if ever, find someone I'd like to marry, do you think having people fly to africa for a lion king themed wedding is too much?
What was the point of renting a $600 trolley if no one even remembers going to the first bar?
Called Apple, my penis pics are safe.
I think one make out session at a bar per year is probably the best choice.
I got blackout last night and applied to be a banker
I literally just want someone to fuck me and buy me cheeseburgers. I don't even want a relationship at this point. Just a chew toy and some food.
Randomize
