Don't really want to talk about it. You were right. She had a whole jar of toenail clippings on her nightstand that she chews on "when her fingernails are too short." Direct quote.
some kid came into the principals office and tried to explain what he was sent there for through interpretive dance.
my mom walked in on me smoking weed alone, listening to the eagles, and just staring at the river. she totally knew.
ugh. my friday night is playin' Farmville on my face. time to harvest the blackheads...
She was giving me great head...... until I asked her how much this was going to cost.... she left abruptly
She punched my vomit. In midair. Back into my mouth.
Writing a love song to planned parenthood. what rhymes with "don't have AIDS"
1 month til my stepdad becomes a u.s. citizen, so if you want to get in on the divorce pool its your last chance, $5 a square.
he thinks the dog can do a keg stand. i will let you know how it turns out
All of her cloths were on our coffee table this morning. The only things she left with last night were her shoes and Scott
I masturbated to my balding thirty-something co-worker last night. I am a new level of lonely.
But in fairness, I would totally have a robo-penis as long as it had full sensation.
And anyway at least being paid in opium makes a cool story
I smelled him yesterday and almost relapsed he's like cocaine
Do NOT. I repeat. DO NOT call me little one after we have fucked. In no world is that ok. Even jesus agrees.
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