Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
you yelled that ur labia majora was swollen at 3 am in the dorm hallway
Oh i know my limit. 9 shots after i've given blood.
It's 4th of July all over again, we were chasing with the pool water.
I don't remember anything that happened last night past 10.. I made him buy me a Buckeye's Donut tshirt. I have no idea why he'd want to fuck me after that.
He makes me want to shower. It must be love.
Had the longest conversation today with a potentially homeless cuban woman about mind control.
Found a grenade pin. Still no Dave.
I WANT TO. I JUST IMAGINE HIS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HEAD INBETWEEN MY LEGS AND I BREAK DOWN AND START CRYING.
Haha he's lucky I don't kick him back into the land of the majestic handjobs
Crappy Mother's Day to you! Those of us who don't have children fill the void with hot sex, sleeping in, more sex, leisurely suntanning, foreign travel, overseas sex, paying cash for sports cars, watching TV, having sex on the floor in front of TV porn, lounging around the house, or whatever the hell we want.
is there a way to say "yea i broke my wrist cause i fell down some stairs while tripping my face off on acid" without actually saying it?
For me the most fucked up part of last night was that I know for a fact that you were sober. But your dancing was a close second.
Ya know, one would think a restraining order would keep me from fucking my ex.
Upon further investigation my nipples are bruised and I have teeth marks all over.
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