at least 'blackout me' had enough sense to take the puke covered duvet off the comforter.
stumble upon led me to how to make wine in prison, followed by wedding dresses. it knows my life too well
Home remedy for the herp. Black tea. I need to strap teabags to my wang.
this is probably the only time in my life that i would want to fuck thomas jefferson
eating kraft dinner with my face. no forks.
He tipped the stripper with quarters. After that not even the waitress would talk to us. I had to move to another table to get a lapdance
Does she usually listen to trance and cut up broccoli when she's high?
My autobiography is now tentatively titled "I'm Fucking the DJ, and Other Ways to Party for Cheap"
It would just be icing on the fucked up cake we're baking, if he got me pregnant.
And fyi howling is not an acceptable form of communication.
Is everyone touching their nose at me a sign that I should stop snorting vicodin off my phone in the bathroom at school?
Haha he was not a poor little guy. If he'd talked to me or something I might feel bad. But since I saw him groping other girls as well as myself there's no sympathy coming from me
He's just picking out the right girl. I do the same thing with fruit. Grope them, squeeze them, smell them. I have to know I'm getting quality fruit.
Would it be crossing a line if I told him that I now know his girlfriend has a huge mole on her left ass cheek?
I'm tired of looking like my mother fucked Chewbacca.
No, I didn't meet up with him! That's when I had chlamydia.
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