thx for the lesson on dirrty dancing
I dont know why I dont listen to you more often. He wont stop texting me. And his signature is "dancing with no panties on"
I'm not sure if what i'm hearing downstairs is sex or not, but if it is, it sounds like there's a dog involved...i'm mildly concerned.
I think he may have overheard our "how much coke would you fuck me for" conversation last night...
so I woke up without pants, but my cardigan was still on and fully buttoned. curious.
He panicked, you ducked and I was coming off a 3 day coke binge. It was no one's shining moment.
All i remember was you crying naked on the bathroom floor because you were cold. I got you a blanket and you kept kicking it off and crying because you were still cold.
The cabbie told us to at least pretend we weren't doing coke while he was driving
We are getting high tomorrow and being statues at the cafeteria. Come find us.
Who the fuck superglued glowsticks to my arm.
dude, no lie, I would make out with you in front of them wearing nothing but a rainbow colored speedo
I'm not finished with being a sloppy white girl alcoholic. I didn't postpone having a husband and kids for sober weekends.
Is it immoral to trade sex for the use of his laundry room?
MANIFESTATION IS REAL AND IM GETTING LAID TONIGHT
What you have to understand is that our lives aren't a disappointment so much as they crashed and burned with lethal doses of radiation and dog shit.
Randomize
