i woke up this morning in my bathroom,naked, with my boxers around my face and puke and shit on the floor and wondering why i didn't have a toenail on my one big toe.
compared to you, a hobo is quite responsible.
my periods are so regular now that they are sync-ed with my subscriptions of vogue.
I'm basically sure i was the reason for glitter on his penis
Yeudjkisdjxbfceryuj. i love having a qwerty keyboard just so i can do that.
Mattress luging...It's a long story.
Nobody is here, I still yelled for someone to make me some toast. That my dear is commitment to doing nothing.
I only got lap dances from the ugliest strippers, i couldnt stop myself from laughing the entire time.
He had "Bad Bitches Only" tattooed above his dick. I don't know his name but I hope I find him again. I also don't feel that I lived up to the challenge.
We could all 3 jump out of a cake in just tophats. A true marble cake.
Denial and avoidance are my survival strategies for 2013.
Denial, avoidance and beer.
If I get a 4.0 I am doing SO much cocaine.
I would like to formally reclaim my title of a turn up queen.
So i just remembered that thing i use to do with your butt because of shark week.
Moral of the story - don't craft naked. Your nipples with thank me.
Unless it has to do with ramen, goldfish, cheese, or rugby, don't talk to me.
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