we're blogging at a bar
I'm so fucking centered right now
i literally laid in bad for an hour last night thinking of what i'm going to name my cats when i become a cat lady.
She had to put it in. I told her I was too drunk and didnt trust myself to not put it in her ass.
She just got out of the car and said "hold on purse.. It's going to be a bumpy ride"
coming from the girl bound and determined to pee in the snow
why would you restrict a girl of that
She was drunk breaking up with me. All of my emails to her were coming back with UNSUBSCRIBE as the subject.
Lesbian sex in an alleyway drunk.
So the first 4 hours of my morning was equivalent to seeing under water. Things were starting to get better until I remember I drank mustard for free stuff and flossed my teeth with a strand of hair from a stranger in the bathroom.
And then you told me I had large hands and looked like a girl who would have an illegitimate child that I never talked about
I am tired of banking on my penis size to overcome my lack of game.
Last night I woke up and the national rep of his frat was sucking my toe.
FYI your bra is now hanging in the hallway as a trophy.
Is it possible for mice to climb? If so I think mice are climbing into my bed in the night and playing with my hair..
You have a penis. Therefore everything you say is automatically wrong.
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