your room smells of hookers.
And success
I passed out in the cab. Woke up to the cabby yelling SIR SIR WE ARE AT THE TRAIN STATION!! SIRRRR!!
I kinda look like a classier blonde kenny powers.
I found a dealer that takes plastic. I'm so in trouble.
And now we have yet another reason to never travel to Detroit
My therapist told me it was ok for me to "take risks" now. Cue the hookers and blow.
We started hooking up and a group of freshmen outside my window started chanting my name. Encouraging yet distracting
Just promise me you wont die... or hook up with an old asian lady playing slots
Cant promise that last part. I won't die though
Would it be weird if your parents sold me weed?
I feel like I'm eight miles away and my brain is just now getting here. You got a lot of fucking catching up to do.
Are we on the same shift tomorrow and more importantly do you want your pants back?
BUT I'M ALSO ONLY IN IT FOR SEX AND HE CAN'T EVEN GET THAT PART RIGHT.LIKE LITERALLY ALL HE HAS TO DO IS DICK ME DOWN AND BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING IS THAT SO HARD TO ASK?!
You -do- realize there are other things to talk about than just how different parts of you smell like pussy, right?
They already have a joint checking account. She's got his balls in her purse! What's next, a shared Facebook account?
You got up in the middle of a sentence, puked, came out and poured another glass of wine and continued your story.
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