susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
I'm bringing in a picture of a stranger on facebook to get my haircut. I have reached a new level of creepy.
running late. just ran over a dude on a bike
i think i left my bra at your place
It's still hanging from my ceiling fan. Please let me keep it there.
That's ok. Our relationship has a solid foundation of booze and questionable behavior.
Hello you've reached the get a clue corp. Our business hours are from take a hint to figure it out, eastern standard time. If you prefer to leave a message, don't, call back when you're not crazy, fat, and annoying.
dude, i woke up with a mini keg on my night stand. again. like wtf
Idk man, she was drunker than me and i was sitting there talking to a raccoon about it's broken leg.
She just asked what would happen if you put a vacuum in your butt and turned it on. These are our conversations.
I also told the bartender he probably had a beautiful spleen
I just saw a cat, if i ate those mushrooms 15 minutes earlier i wouldn't have made it to the bar
Dude on a beach in sicily and a blonde jesus just smoked us out and then tried to makeout with me I am never leaving this place
How was it?
i think i smell bacon but im to sore to walk downstairs. that kinda night
Never thought I’d use my computer science degree for teledildonics, but here I am
I expected my Sunday morning walk of shame dressed as a sexy Dorothy would get some scorn, but nobody seems to even care
That’s because it’s 2020. The slutty costume walk of shame is a refreshing reminder of a time when wearing masks and catching communicable diseases was a right of passage, not everyday for the foreseeable future.
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