I keep trying to leave, but for some reason I'm staying
i wonder what barack obama's brickbreaker high score is...
he sent me a winky sad face. i cannot deal this level of pathetically needy flirtatiousness.
the only reason i invite her is so when the guys start to hit on her i know it's time to take their keys
i just threw up in the porta potty. i am in no condition to be guarding anyone's life rite now.
apparently it was the return of drunk burrito sex.
I left two hundred in singles in your car sorry about the mess
i mad aa ber float. budweiser nd ice creem. it amzig.
She pulled out a handful of chest hair. And then gave the room a Brave Heartesque speech.
He had a shameless baby voice when he was talking to my dog. There's no way I'm making it through the night with my clothes on.
I know it must have been a hard break up. Are you okay?
Oh yeah, I'm fine dude. My vaginas heart is broken though. I feel bad for her, you should give her a call sometime.
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
I think I'm actually too depressed to do drugs, wow.
Fuck him and his perfect arms, huge penis and relentless ability to ignore me.
the gnome is staring at me and the pineapple is wearing shorts. I don't want to do this anymore.
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