i cant remember past the part when we filled his tub with skittles.
I'm sitting the next couple hours out. Puking in a potted plant really put shit into perspective for me.
noooo, I woke up on his pack porch and the SUN WAS RISING. I saw red lights everywhere and heard sirens so I just ran for my life.
as she was beating the hell out of his ex, she screamed prison rules, and smashed her head with a beer bottle. I'm oddly afraid yet so attracted to her now.
I just really need to get the matching flask to go with my pill box. Is this another step towards rock bottom?
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
I've found myself wondering why I WASN'T naked before, but I generally always know why I am naked. Except now. WHY THE FUCK ARE WE ALL NAKED
He seems like a super lonely dude. I bet if I gave him a picture of my tits he wouldn't make me turn in this paper.
Some guy is in my phone as Pat McAwesome.
She's the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.
I came so hard I went blind for a few seconds.
He hand fed me trail mix then I watched the video of me the next morning. He was actually feeding me meow mix.....that drunk. I still have no regrets marrying him
FUCK YOU IM DRINKING WINE FROM A BOX
You okay there or need a ride? Maybe a straw for your box
Maybe a straw...
Saw the Peanut butter guy at checkout he had at least 30 containers of it and like 6 different kinds...
My sinuses still burn from snorting red wine last night.
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