Call me Kermit cause I'm about to go piggin
just went to get groceries. a cashier said she saw me last night. i guess i carried a broom back from the party and swept the street the whole walk back...and i claimed to be in the cast of wicked
Some 6 yr old girl just got on my plane in St. Louis. She was wearing an I Love Canada shirt. She eyed the seat next to me and I stared her straight in the eyes and shook my head. Fuck her. Fuck canada.
I realized today that I should stop thinking so much with my vagina instead of my brain.
Please tell me this doesn't mean another "surprise road trip" where I spend all my money on gas and the SURPRISE destination is the abortion clinic.
But what if I pay for the gas?
Its as if he has to do the exact opposite of what I tell him. Don't come in my eye, pfshh it's in my eye. Don't come on the cat, pfshh it's on the cat.
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
I mostly enjoyed dancing with him because his boner was scratching my bug bites.
omg. i wish i could describe to you the number of things that were just in my vagina. i feel like i got gangbanged by construction workers.
I think we should take up crocheing or stamp collecting....something completely lacking penises
i was sitting in the back of a squad car completely stoned watching airplanes take off
The way I kissed her was actually pretty charming and then it devolved to car sex
My mind doesn't wanna day drink but my heart does.
sex on acid sucks though, i want to connect with the universe not your dick.
Everytime after he came, he'd laugh uncontrolably for ten mintutes. He was sober..
My alcoholism is old enough to drink.
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