So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
We spent three hours cleaning our room this morning. It was spotless and smelling good. I come home from work tonight and she has already smoked weed in it and "accidently" spilled vodka on the floor.
I just turned in a 4 page paper spelling absolute as "absolut" every single time. I'm an alcoholic
she broke up with me and one of her excuses was constant soreness... should I be sad or proud?
Its like a relationship where they cockblock each other.
I rarely go in there. Unless it's for mini cadbury eggs and whiskey.
This makes me miss penis. Not in a horny way... but in a sad, sentimental way.
This is my transition from small talk texts to booty call texts. Coming over?
Quite the smooth talker. There in 5.
If you don't sing me a lullaby then I'll just take shots till I pass out
it went ok. then he slept in a parking lot and took me out for a picnic the next day. boys are confusing.
she's a drunken disney princess. so basically me if i had a crown and no desire for independence.
it's like my ID runs away from me when it knows it's time for me to drink
my goal is to never have a bac of 0.0 the whole time while in the state of florida, which means i have to chug a beer before i cross the state line
Grandma cant send me 4 lbs of gummi bears and expect me not to soak them in some sort of alcohol
So... he's my second cousin's step-bro... To do or not to do?
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