week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
I'm done. I'm tired and there's a topless pic of me floating around the nation's largest 3G network.
he calls his bong barack obonga, commander in kief. i found where i belong.
Same here... Well I was planning on having some sort of deep conversation, but looking at how grim of an outlook tomorrow has on you, I'll just re-inform you that I have your pants.
Blacked out at the beach and unblacked out at a piano bar singing Tiny Dancer.
Jenny was looking for something soft to drink since it's only noon, she chose spiced rum. Think she might die today
I may be a little fuzzy on this, but I think at some point I said something about being a generous lover.
I can HEAR him staring at your boobs.
Lets trade lives
And i will lay in bed and piss all over everywhere, drink whiskey and have sex with married bears
I be dancing. See you soon. You can drink tequila from my pants.
So I'm texting her. How do I steer the conversation toward "I honestly would be fine never seeing you again"?
So, just saw a lady hysterically sobbing in a Walmart at 3 AM. Someone's not having a happy mother's day.
Possibly threw up in my purse last night. Still suspicious of of all actions
It's 4/20 and I spent the morning in the gym and am working later tonight. I don't even have any weed. Why am I adult-ing again?
However many condoms you have, it isn't enough.
Randomize
