its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
i am already firmly committed to doing irish carbombs w/ 12 different people, and the st pattys day party doesnt start for another 24 hours. i may die
You know whats sad? As I walk past the campus daycare i cant help think, look at those drunk mistakes
Apparently she held up my head the entire 40 minutes, convincing the cab driver that I was okay
We don't have a lot of plans besides weed and cake
Currently getting "blaow" buzzed into my pubes. How's your thursday?
It's like shitshowville, population: those girls.
I'm taking a leave of absence and sending myself to fat camp. I'll let you know when I'm out.
All I know is when I checked my phone this morning google translate was open with "help the cow ate my robot" translated to French
McDonald's and a car nap. I feel kinda human
Apparently 'ewww' is not the correct response to him saying he has to go to a funeral while I'm there.
I hate when pubes grow back. My mons is a warzone.
on the bright side i found your panties and the lid to the nutella
Idk she seemed really innocent until she snorted that line of vicodin
You fucked him, didn’t you?
He showed up at my house with tacos, rum and a negative Covid test. Of course I fucked him. I’m just a simple girl that likes tacos, not Margaret Thatcher!
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