So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
I'm 3 blocks south of you watching drag queens.
I was so high i started crying when i saw how much puppychow was there.
so im decorating easter eggs with my family and my mom is writing "Jesus is risen" and "God loves you!" on the eggs. i wrote things like "I'm naked!" and "there are drugs in these eggs!" on mine.
His body is like Jesus fingering me while I eat birthday cake
she asked me if i can do her a favor, came over, and gave me head then left. i still dont understand how that was a favor for her.
Why isn't there a sort by hair color option on Facebook? It would make stalking much easier.
Because guys aren't supposed to cry. Especially when it's over a dude singing a Christmas carol.
hey, being drunk and dumb is my thing. Don't take that away from me.
I just remembered that we had an in-depth conversation about how it was too stressful to wear pants.
I slept with one of the directors so you would get a good price on the ballroom for your reception. I'm the best MOH. You owe me bitch
I was standing in my mom's kitchen in only my neon green thong, eating pizza over the garbage can, and sobbing while he was yelling at me.
I only drink at bars with bathrooms big enough to have sex in.
I'm glad you enjoyed the night but why were you calling me "daddy"?
Is the Glover Park Chipotle past the strip club?
Why is that your only point of reference?
Just answer the question
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