Tell me why I go to the dollar store for nail polish remover and a ghetto black dude trys to hit on me in the parking lot, then he gets in line behind me with a dousche bag literally and that is his only purchase.
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
yeah, but the likliness of me finding my husband at a party where the facebook event is titled "NEW YEARS EVE SHIT SHOW" is highly unlikely
Of course, you get to fuck all night while I'm stuck in the girls bathroom sucking a limp dick for coke
using the campers leftover pizza money at the bar. Definition of great counselors right here.
is it mean that i live tweeted about whether or not my roommate and her bf were having sex or were wrestling?
I look like slutty woodland creatures dress me in the morning. Everybody's got problems.
He stumbled into my room, flopped on my bed, shoes on my pillow and asked me for a juice box. Then fell asleep with the juice box on his forehead.
Remember, ur body isn't a visitors center
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
I'm just now starting to feel better... I remembered sleeping on the floor. I was peeing and saw his rug and it looked so comfy
I impressed him by taking off my panties without removing my pants.
So I'm never gonna get to see you again?
Hopefully.
These snow days are takeing a toll on my liver
We’re leaving where are you
Hold on Toxic just started playing
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