I think I speak chipmunk. Odd.
Are you high?
No. That's why it's odd
It was like a secret agent hookup. No names, swift execution, get in- get out.
We got them high and they had an hour long debate on the best way to get cum out of eyes.
you better fuck at least one or both of them.
You know why I moved here? No public intoxication law. A cop just helped me from my bent over vomit pose, asked if I was ok, and gave me a ride home.
I couldnt give him head when all I could hear was his little brother playing the piano and this family singing along to it.
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
You may see me wearing your shirt to class. It's because I still have the spins and I'm anticipating throwing up on it. Asshole.
There was definitely a significant amount of cookie dough in my bra
I just swallowed some ecstasy stuck in my nose from last night. Work should be interesting.
My sheer presence has sent the hipsters running in terror. I expect no problems.
I WOULD SERIOUSLY RECOMMEND THE SHIT THAT I AM ON RIGHT NOW
So it's official the pockets of my work apron exist solely for the purpose of secretly flipping off asshole customers and not losing my job.
Do you ever get a cramp in like, ONE labia?
I fell into the fireplace. That is a pretty good sign to stop drinking fireball
And when were you going to tell me to stop dancing on his coffee table singing "come on irene?"
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