To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
They totally botched my boob job. My tits look like they're are winking.
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well after this past weeked you can expect to see me on maury playing a little game called "who's the father"
my boobs are worth more now than the blue book value of my car.
We all make mistakes. Just lock them up deep down inside your mind so they can surface as weird sexual fantasies it takes your therapist years to decipher when your 40
So take that alcohol. I still win. I ALWAYS WIN. Plus i didn't have to wear clothes. DOUBLE WIN.
We're already drunk. 4 hours to go still. And there's a bear advisory. TOP WEEKEND.
Got done with class, now I'm buying MD 2020 with the ex. Sure feels like college.
I've never been so tempted to check my phone during sex in my life.
please come back they are interrogating me about masturbation
What type of bandaid should I use on my clit
I'm not well. Although it could be worse.
My cousin is so hungover she quit her job.
When the bouncer wouldn't let you back in you screamed "Authority is not given you to deny the return of the king!" and ran past him.
i woke up wearing a life jacket, holding on to a footlong hotdog, and had on a mr. hustle 1995 shirt on
good night
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