I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I love the progression of these pictures. I go from cute to Courtney Love
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
masturbating is 5million times harder to finish knowing grandma is in the guestroom downstairs. just so you know.
Just got blown on the bus in front of abot 20 ppl. Lots of high fives.
He took me to the bathroom in the gay bar to "just cuddle." Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...well...
I am too drunk to be out in this weather around all these animals.
She gave me what I will now dub a "hurricane sandy". Loud, wet and sloppy BJ that made me want to stay home and complain about shit on the Internet
Dude, all I know is that I came out of this thing wearing a snorkel mask and completely covered in glitter and soap.
If I am telling you about the details of the shits I take I probably don't want to have sex with you. Probably.
I just had some kinky fun in the back seat of my car behind a Ralph's in south county. How's your thanksgiving eve?
He's drinking on a hospital bracelet, the fuck's your excuse?
My farts smell like burning tires and false courage
I'm surprised this is your first encounter with pepper spray. surprised, and somewhat proud.
He just peed in the cab. I repeat..IN.
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