i'm almost done photoshopping my face on his wife. it's a done deal
I've been here 20 minutes and some creepy old man told me he wanted to know what my insides felt like. I hate gay bars.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
I'm also annoyed at my horoscope for not warning me of my perils
and you think what you did last night was bad? at least you didnt go wake up a sleeping guy for birthday sex.
I pretty much have hash tequila and gelato for dinner every night
I dont know. Theres no way you can be ready for the sex hurricane that will consume you.
"Clean/organize my room day" turned into "Blast my old Jock Jams cds while getting high as fuck with a strobe light day"
I've been laying here all day wondering why my back hurt so bad and then I remembered last night.... When you pushed me through that glass table.
I was scared I had HIV after last time so I'm not gonna do it again
But he was really hot
Glad you don't have HIV
It just smells like spaghetti and despair.
He must be a special kind of stupid to cheat on a women who works at a funeral home. Does he not understand you can get rid of dead bodies easier than most Americans?
every day is bullshit and fuck everyone. That's my motto for the week
FUCK. EVERYONE MAKE MY CONTACT NAME DADDY ISSUES
I wish I was there so i could bitch slap his incredibly sexy face
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