so heres a good story. about 6 hrs ago i took a bath with bruce blasting. and 6 hrs later i woke up still in my bathtub but in cold water
I'm gonna do things to you that will make the neighbors want to move.
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
Sitting in class thinking wow im glad im not hungover...and then i realized im still drunk.
I also would have accepted most things ending in "job", erotic favors, and food.
I had to take the fire extinguisher from him. He was just sitting on the floor petting it.
And for some reason I just want to have sex with EVERYTHING
Do I not have a Brazilian bc of my boyfriend situation or do I not have a boyfriend bc of my brazilian situation?
Strange request but for my birthday you should get me one of those vibrators that you can plug into your iPod that go along with the music.
Had a guy spin me around at the bar, kiss me then say "oh shit you're not who I thought you were" and then walk away.
So really what you're asking for is an allowance to not have sex on our futon.
And thanks to you I'm pretty sure I'm banned from every qdoba in south carolina. And cab company
I tried to prevent a bar fight. By convincing a guy whacked out on Molly to slap the ass of everyone who was arguing and shout "WOO" each time. I'm proud, surprised, and intrigued that it calmed everyone down so quickly...
Twas still the Saturday before Christmas \nAnd it’s still fucking snowing\nAnd Steve wished he slowed down \nOn all the fucking drinking
so i went to the bathroom and my thong was on sideways... i guess that solves the mystery
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