so heres a good story. about 6 hrs ago i took a bath with bruce blasting. and 6 hrs later i woke up still in my bathtub but in cold water
New low. Found an ant nibbling on my last xanax. Flicked it away and popped it in my mouth anyways.
no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
margarita wednesday is really going to dip into new year's eve thursday
so what if he's got a new girlfriend. the guy i'm fucking has an english accent. i win.
I found the perfect eye liner, it passed the blow job test, no smudging!!
Ya but I plan to getting arrested more towards the end of summer
I shouldn't trust a guy I just met with the pull out method. That's a big responsibility.
Also I legit had a girl at my bar crying tonight saying to her friend "why did he have to take his top off ?"
Eric and I just went in the hallway to practice our new handshake in a real life situation at live speeds. That high.
i don't know man... i just want to listen to John Lennon every time i finish fucking her. is this love?
I did all i could do but i woke up smelling like cigars and theres salsa all over my face
Explain to me again why I'm doing the walk of shame if we fucked at my house?
We both shit in the same closet in Santa Fe. Nothing is sacred anymore.
Just a reminder- you dropped broccoli in my car and then felt bad for it and named him Henry
I know. I miss henry.
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