Theyre still fighting about whether its called america or the united states.
I had to puke in a pizza box on the drive home. People saw.
They were fighting, but then they bumped into the bong and it shattered. After that they just hugged and cried.
I knew his night was already over when he started marking lines on the bottle and setting goals
Please don't drown this weekend. It would be a shame to lose a dick like yours.
Rather than admit to myself he's hooking up with her right now, I choose to believe that he's not responding because he's masturbating to my picture, distraught over his poor choice, and trying to forget about the one that got away with a heavy dose of meth.
stop calling me dude. finger blasting me officially kills you being able to call me dude.
Do you ever actually plan things? Or is it always drugs then whatever happens? I'm considering being worried about you
Also I found and fixed my beer gun.
I'd like to believe that in some alternate universe we are living this wonderful lesbian life together..
But idk if I cried about life then banged him or banged him and then cried. Chicken or the egg?
It's like I'm getting a welcome home parade with sex!
I AM NOT LOSING TO SOME FICTIONAL CROSSDRESSER
No, I barely made it home last nite. Kept telling cab driver I live across the street from Susan Sarandon?? Thank god her coop addy is posted online.
I’m not washing my pussy with handsoap.
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