After walking in on us in the living room, he still insisted that he slept in my bed with me afterwards.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
There's a woman at the bar holding a baby with one arm and doing shots of GM with the other. The baby is crying. I have lost faith in humanity.
I immediately retract my statement involving hylecopters being allowed to blow up sharks out of the water.... The idea if it is super incredible but ultimately it would be cruel and unessesary
i think ive reached a prime reproductive point in my life or somethin- i see gingers and all i want to do is have their babies. like my body knows that i have a to carry on a legacy
Well you were hungry, by then you cried and called yourself a basic bitch for eating crackers
I snorted xanax while wearing reindeer antlers. Prancer gone wild. Have a merry Christmas.
I'm tired of the topic. I sent him a pic of my vagina to change it.
And now to play every stoner's favorite game: Where the Fuck Did We Park the Car?! Disneyland Edition!
Got 3360 Shoppers points for buying Plan B. I guess this all worked out for the best.
so, i take that as a legit invitation into his pants
DIBS on your mom for my beer pong partner.
One lesson I've learned so far from college: You've always got time for one more shot. Always
just spent the last 20 minutes cleaning out the soap dispenser. fuck. me. adderall.
are you comparing glasses to pregnancy
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