C thinks vomiting on the batroom floor = reaon not to party. Lies. Party continues.
your address is 607B right?
yeah why?
i need to tell the guy bringing over the flaming bag of dog shit where to put it
i just rolled a joint on the giving tree. that book has given me so much.
Just found a dugout in my rental car glove box. Suddenly my mood is upbeat.
Wash that dress asap. You laid down on the kitchen floor and tried to sweep the floor with your body.
You may or may not of thrown up on your shoes, and you tried to give me a wet willy in my eye.
Nothing like moscato in your sinuses tobmake your night complete
Did the vodka turn my hair yellow or did something else happen last night?
you're usually drunk when you offer. there's one time you called me, told me not to dye my hair red, and asked if i wanted to see your tits.
I know it sounds all cute and shit that I wanted him to be with me last night, but it's not cute. I just wanted to fuck.
What i love about my dog is i can lay in bed and masturbate with him at the foot, and he just leaves me alone.
It is a bad day indeed when you learn that your boy toy looks better in your dresses than you do
I'm out of prison. Wanna start a band?
Worse. He's Mormon. At least a gay guy will go get drinks with me.
It's has to do with my genitals. Don't ask.
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