I wish everyone could be as happy as the people in the laxative commercials.
I forgot to mention I threw up in my wine glass AND my neighbors empty cup.
of course. lets lasso hookers.
i think there mostly mad about the fact it was 6 pm not the fact i blew a .255
like a sex slave...but with a better dental insurance plan
I can't. I can't get out. He cooked me food. And made me jager bombs. And painted a glow in the dark smilie face on my boobs
$1 margaritas. This happy hour needs to end.
It was a two-sided wall so part of my body ended up in someone elses condo.
I tried to sit on a barstool last night...it was an open trashcan.
It's times like this I miss having my nipples pinched
Eating chips and sending nudes. This is my life.
I like your optimism Chelsea but I'm not about getting my salad tossed
The night they met I slept with both of them. Of course I'm best man.
My ex boyfriend just amazon primed me a vibrator...guess I seemed stressed?
Dad hid the hash somewhere in my room and wont tell me where it is until i clean it. My room is spotless. The hash was on the ceiling fan...
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