the day after is always just damage control
just wrote a 6 page paper on my blackberry. including 3 sources. college is teaching me good things so far.
Found you in the bushes with fireworks, a teacup and no shoes. Decided it was a bad time to wake you.
You're gonna die alone anyway. Even if you do meet a man, they die earlier than women. Best case, you have to deal with grieving over his death and then die alone a couple years later. Worst case, you get a terminal illness and he divorces you, leaving you to die alone anyway.
Thanks, mom.
So squirting runs in the family.
Finished my senior thesis. How am I celebrating you ask? By drinking gas station white zif out of an empty candle holder by myself. I fucking deserve to graduate.
I need to throw up and die. The order doesn't matter. I feel like shit
Hey, met you at the bar last night. You probably dont remember my name. You and your friends came back to my place, you shattered my window with your fist then dipped. Your gonna need to pay for that.
Thats where this cut came from! Thanks for piecing together the puzzle dude.
Looking through my moms phone and find a pic if a dick. Scarred for life.
How can you tell that you're blacked out ?
You can feel it in your nipples.
I just compared my relationship to that double ended dong scene from Requiem. This day just took a turn.
Why does my nose taste spicy?
How do you know what your nose tastes like?
But I put cranberries and apples in my wine so it's festive drinking not suicidal drinking
As a side note, can you ask the maintenance staff not to drag their balls on our stairwell handrails. Please.
That married penis I’ve been riding offered to pay off my student loans. I was going to break it off because he has lousy stamina. Is being debt free worth putting up with mediocre sex?
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