Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
I cannot remember December 31 for the past 3 years. it might as well not even exist on my calendar anymore
It took me four clicks to get to 2009 on his profile. This can't work.
So fucked up. Can't tell if I'm starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.
Naked Twister starts at high noon
Drunk me needs to be reminded of my sexual preferences.
at least it wasnt animals
You gotta buy me dinner first. Or smoke me out. Both are equally chivalrous
Well, at some point in her life every girl has to decide how much weird she's willing to tolerate for hot tall banker cock
I'm hungry, horney and thirsty. Pick two you want to help out with.(please pick horney)
I woke up and sent him a text that said 'I'm sorry forever'
For starters i called the cops on myself for trying to destroy the ladys decorations
So far my survey results are telling me to pawn the ring. Thoughts?
Glitter fights sound a lot funner in theory.
I'd have to have a ring. Like I don't want to be called "the ex girlfriend that shit on me"
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