She was like a white Oprah, but with less conviction.
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
How bad was it?
You ran around telling everyone that you were going to click them to death on google earth
It is obvious to me now why clam chowder & beer aren't a good combo.
I saw Winona at my church today. She has boobs, now.
Miracles do happen.
We're not too concerned with getting her out of jail. We're on a mission for donuts.
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
Best feeling in the world is getting a random boob pic from a drunk chick at 3 am.
SUNS OUT COOCHY OUT
Just found some confetti on my nipple if that's any indicator of how the night went
I have 80 very blurry photos of you on a stripper pole...
So, I never imagined myself puking on the side of the road at 10:30 this morning to Lynyrd Skynyrd but here I am.
I've been getting a lot of emails from patron lately for being a great customer. Is that awesome, or should I start thinking about seeking help?
i told her we had a class about unicorns together. i'd say it was a good night
I don't know what it is about this quarantine, but I have never written this much smutty fanfic in my life and I am loving it!
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