Just spent the rest of my time at that bar trying to keep a probs underage closet gay from touching my kitten to prove he still likes girls.
I remember her trying to talk to me a few times after we broke up and I'd always change the subject to bagels.
well, 500 bucks doesn't grown on trees, and i need that bear suit for any chance of vagina access.
This is the way my sobriety ends: Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
She is just riding on my slutty coat tails.
He is to the point where he forgot I was in the front seat of his car while he was taking me home...that stoned
He used the phrase "no problemo" in a sext. It's over.
At least you get to smell pizza at your job. I just smell despair all day long.
Yah... You need to get here. Evan just peed off the karaoke stage.
He's probably the biggest I've seen outside of the porn I vehemently deny watching and he asks if I think he's too small
She knew the head wasn't all that so she gave me her taco. I'm will in to give her a second chance.
It's days like today, when my bra and underwear match, that make me feel like I'm getting my life together...
For real his Facebook page says he studied "sexual arts" at some random college I've never heard of. You've been warned.
sooo, that video of you eating lasangna with the strobe going magically reappeared on my phone
Idk, apparently drinking five Four Loko's and trying to fight a mailbox constitutes disorderly conduct.
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