how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
So in our children's lit class, some jackass little boy had gone thru the where's waldo book and circled waldo. I realize you would have been that kid.
my mom used to put diet coke in my bottle. i can pretty much handle anything.
we just got kicked out of the mexican restaurant. i have a full pitcher of margarita's hiding under my coat.
I take your lack of response to mean that your hands are taped to 40 ounces of something.
he handed me my panties in front of my date. turns out he wasn't that mad.
But please don't judge me if i smell like mustard
Look at my eyebrows in this pic! We deffo need to go back to that waxing place.
You have a cock in one hand and a shot in the other. Your eyebrows are not the topic in need of discussion.
Just bartered a McD's cheeseburger and fries for two pitchers. Oregon Trail ain't got shit on me.
It was everywhere. My dick was a sprinkler of lost future children.
My vibrator looks like a lipstick tube. So does my mace. I just realized the potential problems of keeping them both in the same bag.
Actually here it's more "lie around naked in a dark room" weather.
I just peed on a rich man's lawn fuck yeah America
I get stoned and write a 15 page history report in two hours. She gets stoned and cries because she "doesn't know which shade of pink is the real one".
Is it ironic that our divorce court is a block from where we had our reception? Or is it just sad? Alanis has confused my understanding of irony.
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