He introduced her to the DMA meeting by saying: in the past few years i've never seen someone work so hard for so little success
what's the vibe there?
extraordinary amounts of gine
i'm high and 74% sure there's a monster in my closet
we aren't going to have kids. there's a 50% chance that they would look like him. not worth the risk
I'm drinking Leinenkugel through a Red Vine. I'm not drunk. I'm just happy with my life so far.
This is the third time that ive slept with him. He bought me more milk. I can feel the romance growing.
Just because you graduated a semester early, doesn't mean you can take a semester off of drinking. Sorry.
HE GAVE ME ONE OF HIS BEERS.
YOU'RE THE CHOSEN ONE.
Literally every boy I've dated is now in a somewhat successful band. My vagina has obviously been blessed by the rock gods.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
He called me baby cakes during sex... Can U not
Haha. I have resting bitch face. He has I want y'all to die face. It's a subtle difference
We have angered the beer gods. It feels like I'm shitting angry cats.
I have a mild substance abuse problem, but I'm still a functioning member of society. America.
That man fucks like a champ. The sex was so good I did him again in the morning just to be sure
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