Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
Im in Brooklyn, he wasnt 23 or a musician pick me up
Buying beer for freshmen. No matter what they ask for, I'm getting them Colt 45.
Me and my dog bond so much when im high.
Nights like last night are what makes cleaning up the vomit in the morning worth it
they were having a wine tasting so i tasted every wine...then knocked over an entire display of gourmet olives and was asked to leave... but they still let me buy my 6 bottles of wine before escorting me out
Hate the very realistic pregnancy dreams. Like my dream when I birthed the pirate ships. SO REAL...
I wanted to be mature but the vodka was resilient.
The only thing I know is that these arent my shoes and Aaron is missing and he has my house keys.
Also, fucking on half deflated air mattresses is a great full body work out.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Thankfully for you that list does not include male models.
I just bout myself an edible arrangement for myself and had it delivered to work. I even wrote myself a note. This is a new low for me.
I have hobbies that aren't destroying myself and others...i can make hats.....
I want to find him again. His Corona tank top and I were made for each other.
He literally shouted this Viking war cry when he cam. Then as we laid there he sang me the most beautiful rendition of " When Irish Eyes are Smiling". I've never been more confused.
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