Five things that make you perfect. Go.
The skin of a dead hooker. The blood of the innocent. The soul of a kitten. The hat from cat in the hat. And sunglasses.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
saw you walking with that piece of shit
and that piece of shit just read that
i can't, i'm blowing bubbles in class and getting credit for it
She was kinda tragic... like a puppy that runs into things. Cute but really stupid. So, yeah, I hit it.
I got head to The Nanny. Officially gay.
It smelled like mall pretzels. Of course I investigated.
Come outside. The vendor wants to go out strong tonight! Russian hooker interviews. Don't ask. We leave in 3 minutes.
Night is still young. Puking guts out part of it just began
he went at my nipples like a starved dog.
I still can't believe he came down from his hiding place in the tree voluntarily because he didn't want us to have to talk to the cops alone...
I gave him shit for taking my sloppy seconds and when I woke up my eyebrow was gone
my vagina hasn't met your boyfriend yet ... makes me sad
I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously. My life is a Dali painting.
WHY IS THERE NO EMOJI FOR "FUCK MY MOM JUST SAW MY SEX BRUISES?!"
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