Me. At least after what I've been through.
The walk of shame isn't so shameful when you do it in a stolen, autographed Favre jersey.
THE PICTURE OF PEPPERMINT MOCHA MADE ME WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF
i hope not, i just know that at one point I was sitting on the bathroom floor eating bugles and crying because i had no one to show that it looked like I had witch nails when i stuck them on the ends of all ofmy fingers.
he's got a countert top full of yard sale blenders so id say maragita wednesdays is a go.
On the bright side since it was a Tuesday you weren't even in jail for the long! that could've been worse!
I've started making all these amazing things...like bananas rolled in doritos..bandritos.
That's fuckin bs. I had the bouncers beat by 30 yards til that dumbshit on the moped stopped in front of me.
He told me he felt like he shoud say thank you and as a prize i could keep anything from his room that i wanted.
In need of cum proof mascara. Don't judge me.
If we ever start off with margaritas for breakfast and end up naked covered in olive oil...I could think of worse ways to spend a day.
I might come over. Something about you makes me matronly and I have this urge to nurse you back to health with soup and a blowjob
Its not that I don't mind giving her as much as my penis as she wants, its the post sex cigarette I have to supply. Shits $9 a pack.
Put a tip jar next to your bed from now on.
Your good ideas are reason #4 we need to live together.
Like what did he say to his host family? The girl I causally sleep with on the weekends is coming over?! And they thought "well lets feed her dinner"
you kept saying how you wanted to mainline bacardi right into your bloodstream. medical school is doing wonderful things to your brain
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