guess they didn't have any donuts in her size.
yeah...i noticed he pets people when he's drunk. It's odd.
we just bought Vicodin from the Chinese delivery guy, this day just keeps getting better.
i jsut waqnnna hugg thw crap outa sokme peoplee
I wanna throw up and cum in that order
i get drunk faster, i spend less money on food, and i'm losing a shit ton of weight. depression and its pills are doing wonders for me
The last text I sent him was about nachos. Frankly, if he can't respond positively to that he can fuck off...
I blame it on the rum. It keeps jumpng doqn my throst.
I woke up in my living room, on the floor, wearing nothing but a fur coat?
It is a sign that I need a fresh start when Kelly Clarksons new album tells the story of my life.
I just found a grey hair. On my nipple. Fuck you too, Mother Nature.
She said I'm like warm bathroom-sink water. There's nothing necessarily wrong with me, but she doesn't exactly want to "drink me in"
Leave it to you to bring a trash can into a fist fight.
It's wednesday. OF COURSE HE'S DRUNK.
Don't do it. He's got a dick the size of a baseball bat. You don't want that commitment.
I have to. For the sake of science.
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