i was like. eff you dude i'm 100% american. i went to a high school prom and i like springstein songs and i take rides in chevrolets.
i've decided that sluts are like cars. they may look good as hell on the outside, but you never know what kind of shit is hiding under the hood.
he walked out as i was licking snow off of his car...
drunk enough to drink jager bombs out of a bowl on the kitchen floor.
i think i traded my wallet for a tim hortons gift card.
I.V.'s should just be available for purchase at Walmart. God I'm dehydrated.
P.s. remind me to tell you about the porno that Paul envisioned starring you. It's wizard of oz themed.
just almost had a panic attack because i couldn't find the granola bar i put in my purse. i miss klonopin.
I'm still confused. So he's NOT your cousin by blood, but WAS your cousin, on two separate occasions, by marriage? Still too weird I think...
That's not a current picture, because if you look deep enough into my eyes you can still see morals. Not these days.
My sister texted me to say she just found a corn on the cob in her purse from last night. You need to party with us more.
I just scored a new eye doctor and a date all in one email. BOOM!
There should be a Doritos delivery van or something.
I only know one person in my class and that's my dealer.
Dude mama brought home the bacon, i got his HBO account i guess that makes up for his by par skills in bed.
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