You know that bakery that Sandra Bullock's sister owns?
The one in Montpelier?
yeah, well it doesn't exist anymore. VT's one fucking claim to fame closed.
i just called corporate taco bell to ask about the life span of a chicken burrito.
I'm sorry but all I really read was "my nipples will get hard."
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
Everything tastes like Lysol. Am I dying?
Let's just say trying to drink my weight in apple pie shots looked better in theory.
i cant answer while inside this church craft show. so unless you're outside with my engagement ring and a nonfat gingerbread latte, it'll have to wait.
walk of shame this morning involved walking through the in-home daycare that she runs while it was full of kids. judgemental little shits. on a plus, got a juice box and a graham cracker for the walk home.
I like that you're Jewish, because you can rail me on Christmas Eve and it won't be weird.
I woke up this morning to a lot of blurry photos of a swan i must have chased down the riverbank and a handbag full of loose haribo.
2 hours later, she made her cat watch the waterfall scene from Homeward Bound to teach her how good she has it here.
In other news my pubic hair is covered in glitter.
I didn't know I was invited to an orgy.
I will go to bed dreaming of sexy Olympians carting me on a throne to the beach where they feed me pizza and champaign and massage my head/wash it like the hair dresser does.
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
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