Fire inspection over. Blunts are OK
how do i tell him I'm always in the mood without sounding like a slut?
My sheets, bed, and bathroom are covered in blood. She needed 14 stitches after a trip to ER. This is the last white girl I ever hookup with.
he even offered to make my bed in the morning.
you were mass sexting so we took your phone away
Also, I'd like to add that that I'm not quitting my job, my boss fed me shots at 11 am this morning.
She tried to sit inside the drawer to my dresser and when it broke, she burst into tears calling herself fat. Too high to deal with this
I do remember telling her that I was about to pass out soon and then hiding my pants under my bed so she couldn't take my wallet even drunk I'm thinking ahead
On Wednesday I'm putting wine in a water bottle and crashing Margaret thatchers funeral
Also, I would just like to reiterate my apologies for tearing up in the grocery store.
I am never drinking with the goths again.
yeah, i thought because of the nature of his job he would have been better at it, but i guess there's a difference between a bagpipe and vagina
Theres just something about today that says lets get drunk, dont you think?
Please don't give away my fajitas
the weird part wasn't waking up in someone else's underwear, it was how the cat was staring at me like he knew more about last night then i remembered.
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