So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Well, I guess that settles the question of how thick the walls are in my building.
There is a distinct lack of front teeth here.
thursday was literally the first time i didnt drunk eat since the bush administration and it was only because i was fucking someones boyfriend. making a mental note to do that more often.
I looked at you and you stared at me dead in the eyes then sprayed febreze at your crotch and winked.
I made him a flow chart of what to do if I got arrested.
We haven't even scratched the surface on the damage we could do. Just saying
This guy punched out a light, puked in the sink, stole the mailbox, then tried to tell ME that I had to leave the party... Then his dog shit on the floor.
Soo I woke up in the storage room at best western....I dont even know what say
I would sacrifice a finger for two more hours of sleep.
The last thing I remember from that party was me shouting "hold my feet I'm going in strapped like Rambo"
Thank you for trusting your ovaries to me
My desperation for dick was off put by his anime figure collection.
I had to give myself a suppository. That was the LEAST fun I've had inserting things in my ass.
Naptime over. I've got fresh contacts and tequila. RAAAAAAGE!
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