the day after is always just damage control
so sad. i just ate the last good 'n' plenty out of the bottom of my purse.
I wish you had a penis so you could experience peeing out the window in front of a crowd of people leaving parties.
In debating whether or not it's worth getting out of bed and walking 5 feet down the hallway to go to the bathroom before I puke
When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.
dude just did a line with screech. dude is fucking creepy
It's just like riding a bike. Only it's a dude's face.
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
one of my coworkers wanted to look something up on YouTube on my tablet. I didn't know how to explain why my most recent search was "girl fucks dog."
They're fucking on the bed next to me. I took adderall and smoked so there's no fucking help for me.
This is it. This is the birthday cake that gets me laid.
Also food confession I ate an entire bag of starburst jelly beans today. and a plan B. All around think I hit all my nutrients
I really love you gals. I'm sorry again. I'm just super protective of my poutine
Sometimes you just gotta get high and go to a planetarium. Why can't he understand that?
COCAINE IS GR8
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