Yea. The knew something was up when i told them i had to go pick up goat milk and and and a roasted chicken at 2 am
She left me with blue balls so I jerked off on her french toast in the morning.
The nice sales man at 711 gave me a handful of free lighters for buying a carton of cigarettes. I guess the depressed damsel in distress look works for me.
This is worse that I thought. He's playing violin for me.
What a whore. She reminds me of that asian guy who can eat all the hotdogs.
that blow job was not worth the clinginess that will follow
but then the words kidney pain and possible testicle shrinkage kept ringing in my head
I don't even want to think about the kind of person who would shit in the street before 10pm on a Sunday.
My liver is begging me not to go, but sadly enough for him my feet and hands control me getting there.
I GOT A VENDING MACHINE FOR OUR LIVING ROOM
i feel like there is just so much pressure to sex him up, its like the weight of the world is on my vagina.
With a few pieces of metal and duct tape and a bong was created
our jesse-walt dynamic is actualy really perfect because i want to start a small time drug empire and you want to get high a lot its very accurate
I feel like I smell like bad decisions
I'm kind of pissed I'm not hungover, that means I could have totally drank more last night.
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