There was an extended period of my adolescent life where my friends and I would get high, drive around in my minivan listening exclusively to the wu tang clan, and intentionally crash into snowbanks
sorry about calling you the devil all night.
By getting ready I mean putting baby powder in my hair and possibly changing my pajamas to another pair of pajamas
You don't forget tits like those, even if you are vegas drunk.
Not sure. No solid plans. Just tanning nude.
My brother just asked if I would keep having one nighters with that guy because he really likes the organic cotton v-necks he leaves behind.
Blacked out, Had to be carried out of the bar again by two large black bouncers. Asked them to be my "boo thangz" Again.
He wrote me poetry. 12 hours after getting my number
Current state of being: shivering like a new born kitten on the bathroom floor
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
It's like everybody loves Raymond but the total opposite and everyone wants him to die
I was just drinking but now I'm drinking and chasing with red bull. I call this "getting ready for work"
I wish I could send you one of those donuts I had. Like teleport it to you. Because it would change your life
Babe if there was a way to give a back rub and head at the same time that's what I would ask for my birthday, Christmas and of course right now. Please think about how and get back to me.
We should get drunk in walmart
when?
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