Goodnight my chunky, little, marshmallow muncher
only if we run a train.
done.
I sharted during my first quiz and I couldn't leave, I went ahead and took the rest of the day off.
I spit up blood this morning
That's vegas.
Last night he tried to put me in their garbage can and then sprayed me with a fire extinguisher in their kitchen...that house is always interesting
New handbag passed the ultimate test. The walk of shame. I had a bra, tights, skirt, shirt & sweater in it and you couldn't tell. yessss.
He threw up. He never throws up. It was like finding out superman cant fly anymore. I was so sad for him.
I've come to the conclusion that Jesus and 2013 are haters.
Hiding the dark circles under my eyes this morning was like trying to hide a Beached Whale on the Couch eating Pita chips.
fuck that its my house. if i want to take 1 bite out of the chicken & leave the rest i fucking will. suck my dick
So I'll be starting a scrapbook from all the mugshots of the guys I've slept with
She told me "I think I'm going to puke tonight" a few seconds later she said smiling"I can't wait!"
he fucked me while wearing his "Reagan Bush '84" tank and my inner democrat has never been more disappointed
I'm still alive btw, in case you were worried about my well being.
Would it defeat the purpose of a run if I ran to McDonalds?
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