Me. At least after what I've been through.
TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
Starbucks introducing alcohol. i hear angels singing.
win or lose for butler, i'm still masturbating to brad stevens tonight
Nope, just sitting on the couch, eating an advent calendar, being depressed about the herps.
Well you are. Awfully cute even. Like baby bunnies. And tiny, tiny penises. You know.
So glad I decided to show up and puke in your trashcan.
These are the moments that bond souls forever.
The smell came through my closed door. His farts are made of rendered tires, and apparently, ghosts.
Prop 8 repealed and I FINALLY got my period. Good day for America!!!
So apparently when I'm drunk and want water I pant like a dog and expect to have water given to me..
I was so fucked up last night that I peed on his FATHER'S BED and fell asleep there. and yes. his father was asleep in the bed
I've officially dedicated my newly single life to making myself squirt.
I seriously feel like I just crawled out from under a shit covered rock. I'm NEVER drinking like that again...well, not for alteast a solid 3 hours.
Listen all I know is that mistakes were made and she stole the car and drove half an hour for food at 4 am
i feel like i got punched in the face....
you did....
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