Every time we have sex I can't stop thinking about Jesus
I am totally the chick from Intervention who barfs up wine and then re-eats it.
She is definitely tripolar. Like bipolar but better/worse.
After he convinced me that my friend had died and come back to life, I decided I was having sex with him that night, and that I should lay off the drugs for a while.
Either I got the clap, or I masturbated with soap while I was sleeping.
Yeah like 200 white people came and they are playing that one Biggie Smalls song everyone knows.
My sister hid me from my parents, brought me a bloody mary, and told my girlfriend I was out with my dad. For 13, I got to say she's working out pretty good.
There is a pile of hair outside the apartment next door. At least now I know what all that shouting was about last night.
I'm going to need a Jurassic park sized pooper scooper to deal with all this shit last night caused.
I just really hate taking care of things... If I can't fill it with liquor I'm not sure what to do with it.
I'm moving out of my place and I just gave my mom a couch that I had sex on last night. Reduce, reuse, recycle at its best.
She's going to jail in a few weeks but she just got a boyfriend. Yet I'm still single as fuck.
I still blew him because I won't let allergies keep me from doing what I want. But I almost suffocated like 10 times.
I can’t tell if I have feelings for him or if my vagina does.
That 2-CB was ass.
You mean the asprin cut with pez?
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