At my boss' house at a bbq. Had a few beers. Taking a poop - there's no TP...this is my nightmare.
Im in Brooklyn, he wasnt 23 or a musician pick me up
I have had it with that bitchy sack of crazy. Iam done!
Isn't the perk of being in a relationship not having to put in effort for sex?
I mean this holiday was built on cheap beer, shitty whisky, and processed meat... and I fully plan to honor that
no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
Before I dignify that with an answer, let me get this straight. You're asking me if I wiped my ass on the towels?
Trying to convince my mother to let me take some of my sisters Lortab to sell is not going well
he had a dikembe mutombo jersey on, was swatting peoples drinks out of their hand and wagging his finger in their face everytime he did it.
But Monday we'll be living in a post-apocalyptic hellscape. Also, I'm going to a champagne tasting.
I consider it a good night. I met Jimmy Buffet, who grabbed my ass, and I body-checked a toddler. She had it coming.
I hope I bought a crossbow. Also I need to not drink that much
I just don't know the best way to tell him I think I saw him in a porn. I mean I got off to it, isn't there some level of awkwardness there?
Pretty sure that molly fried my sinus infection away; i regret nothing
My final act is to send you this message. I love you. Tell my family that I love them. Except my dad. Tell him I said "Eh..." while rocking your hand side to side. And tell Tim that I will always love the idea of him. Tell Caleb I love him so. Take care of Miss Kitty Fantastico. Tell the world that I will watch over. Good bye. I love you.
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