No stitches, just platelets and will power
oh well at that point I was already depressed with life because I had watched the bratz movie.
They just sang me a song about how small my dick is in front of the whole bar
we marched down beaver avenue with lit tiki torches humming the olympics opening song.
I told him "thank you for wearing a turtleneck yesterday, I no longer have a strong erg to have sex with you. " He is no longer speaking to me.
I'm sober in pajamas at a bar. Nothing is ok about that statement.
I vaguely remember walking down the highstreet with a plate of K offering lines to passers buy. I sold a line to a taxi driver.
I just stole a conducting baton from the chicago symphony orchestra... i have to stop drinking on weeknights
HOW LONG TILL THESE DRUGS WEAR OFF. I WORK IN ONE HOUR, I REPEAT, I WORK IN ONE HOUR.
Okay. thanks for sacraficing your body and risking aids for our snowcone business.
You are. Embrace it. But you are the right kind of asshole.
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
I wish my nipples were as well behaved as yours.
This week I fucked a police officer and called both the Senators from the state I'm in and the one I'm moving to. What have you done since the election?
She pinched my nipples too hard I THINK THEYRE GONE
I TOLD YOU ABOUT GOTH CHICKS BRO. I WARNED YOU
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