It wasn't a wasted relationship. I got road-head in an Escalade. I still keep that with me.
The djing cat is back again. I think he just makes appearances when im shit drunk just to fuck with my mind.
We have literally factored in $2200 for bail money in the budget. This vegas trip will be out of hand. We are signing confidentiality contracts.
He came into the hospital yelling "HEY EVERYBODY! REMEMBER ME?"
I don't care if shes your sisters age. Once someone is on my to do list theres only one way to get them off it
Faces of meth called, they want their look back.
I feel like he better crank it up to level RG IV tomorrow. It's the fucking playoffs.
And I'm only telling you that because I really wanted to use 'my boyfriend' and 'dick biscuit' in the same sentence.
Last night was a "wash hands with dog shampoo" kind of night
i am rolling on molly so fucking hard i want to do 300 cartwheels
This is it. This is the birthday cake that gets me laid.
At least life still wants to fuck me.
I knew it was all downhill from there when the straight vodka I was drinking tasted like water.
We can use the Mac n cheese as the potatoes in our breakfast burritos. Problem solved.
there is another microwave in the elevator.
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