They just gave us root beer floats. I guess I won't quit my job today.
I'm ready for my liver to be the last casualty of 2009
The panties match.
I'll be right there.
Someone wrote Kyle's bitch on me too. I dont even know who Kyle is.
judging by the cake all over the hall, my neighbors had a pretty successful thursday too.
From scraping the remnants from a coke bag at a lingerie party to meeting with an 80 year old man to discuss civil rights all in under 12 hours bizarrely feels like the epitome of my life
But the guy you're fucking should not be within ten pounds of your weight when you're five fucking feet tall and he's 6'2". That's all I'm saying.
Whoever labeled dysfunctional a bad thing obviously never saw this frinedship coming.
So many Oreos I'm regretting this decision already but I'm happy at the same time...The straddle is real
Struggle. Not straddle. I'm not straddling anyone.
He hasn't responded in 6 hours and the last thing he sent me was a picture of 7 grams of coke. I'm getting kinda worried
If my mom's not going to offer me drugs then it's really pointless for me to be here.
Welcome to Missouri, the show me your genitals state.
I'm way too hungover for life right now
No no this isn't that fun. I'm alone drinking wine and me and the dogs ran out of things to talk about around 9 am.
He thought it would be sexy if he found my clothes and dressed me, and it was..until he found a thong under his bed and assumed it was mine. It wasn't
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