i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
So chef boyardee smells exactly the same after you throw it up
i literally discovered the exact same thing last week. i had the lasagna one
ravioli
i swear to god even though i took those meds before coming here i did not hallucinate zulema silently throwing up into a breakfast burrito
I just pulled a handful of rice out of my pocket.
Drank a fosters this weekend and last weekend. Listening to down under 5 times a day. Spent 100 dollars on a sleeveless men at work shirt circa 1983. We don't leave for another 5 weeks. I call it pregaming.
I'm not saying Tijuana was a bad idea, I'm saying that we make poor life choices. And Steve was robbed by the police.
There no better feeling of self control than stopping yourself before telling your girlfriend she gives head just like her sister.
I almost had to fight a bird, and you know how scared I am of birds. It found that Percocet that I lost in the grass last week, I threw out my back when I launched myself at that little fucker.
And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention
It was one of those "how did I get to my bed and what am I wearing" mornings.
where will you be at 9:30 tonight?
piledriving you in your roommate's bed?
So apparently Facebook just randomly finds the girl who gave me a hard handy despite having no mutual friends...
Holy shit, we're married as fuck.
Grabbed the cop's ass and he still arrested Heather instead. Victory is mine!!
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