that was a gay-test. you passed.
with flying rainbow colors i hope!
Taljing aboutpenisrs w gerruly ska pops
i just feel like it would be irresponsible for you to not have sex with me again.
My vagina agrees.
From the prices on this menu it looks like I have no choice. I have to blow him.
You started laughing mid-cry and when I asked you said, "my tears taste like vodka."
i don't think they understood the house was collapsing. they kept dancing and jumping and asking for more cups.
I haven't found him passed out in the living room covered in noodles for a while now so I guess he's getting better with the drinking.
You and Eric are like slutty bowling balls, and that poor family are the pins. They won't know what hit em.
strike, motherfucker.
Confidence is key. All I had to tell him is I'm drinking a bottle of wine and eating chocolate today to celebrate that I love myself. That's how you get a Valentine, my friend.
My family will be here in an hour and I'm deciding between doing my makeup or saying fuck it and wearing what's left of last night's...
My birthday is in 11 days. Going ham. Consciousness will not be an option
And then we will celebrate by drinking and making fun of him. As per usual.
Let's be honest, I'm cooking chicken nuggets in my Helm jersey and underwear who has their life more together than me?
Its nights like last night that make me want to high five my liver.
My alcoholism is old enough to drink.
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