I'm pretty sure that he just gave me the ginger disease
shit I'm tired of wearing other peoples clothes to bed
im contemplating emailing my dad and telling him how worthless i am and how sorry i am that he pays for my life...aka my bar tabs.
Just mindlessly walked into the mens bathroom. My vagina has now become its own independent being, looking for penises. I'm just along for the ride.
Shame tastes like burnetts and latex
The trainer from the tech college told me that I would pass the first aid course so long as I turned up sober. Challenge accepted
Drinking heavily at 3pm and about to rescue a 30lb street turtle. Dont even bother attempting to rise to this level bitch
Before we rave about the healing powers of your penis, remember it nearly killed me as well.
He referred to our sex as being similar to "Two cheetahs cage fighting" and I have to agree.
So I'll be starting a scrapbook from all the mugshots of the guys I've slept with
Well if you don't want to be kicked out before last call don't I would suggest stop drinking whiskey and don't call the giant bouncer with the neck tattoo "princess"
I think my brain has decided it's boycotting life until it can do whatever it wants.
So basically I really like drugs AND banging cops and it's starting to get complicated
I had to fake it. He was punching my vagina like it owed him money and enough was enough.
I kept telling you not to give them blowjobs, but you kept screaming back, "it's okay, we're friends on facebook!"
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