you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
she came to the game with a camelback filled with booze. except it was only the bag part so she duct taped to her back
Found your pants in the mailbox
What were my pants doing in the mailbox?
I don't know but there's postage on them
I woke up this morning peeing out bubbles . I smell like baby wash . What the hell happened .
Well it went from being a hug to a straight out tackle through the back door.
Oh boy...do i want the 'something you can tell your mom in 10 yrs' version or the 'Im gonna call you a whore but be proud' version?
we are out of drugs. and patience. please bring former.
I just kept screaming "I'm fucking a preacher's son!" Also, this water tastes like weed.
he just gave me a love letter in polish. he thinks i speak polish. I DONT SPEAK POLISH
It's a delicate game of how much porn can I look at without the other interns noticing.
New York City is dangerous when the only bars you go to are the ones that have 'open' in front
I'm sorry, you're actually right. Ostrich racing happens, and they're ridden like a horse. Bewildered and distraught.
I'm over being sad. I'm now onto thinking about all the ways in which he is a total fuckwaste
I'm still alive btw, in case you were worried about my well being.
Idk. The bad part of me thinks it's a good idea. The bad part is also the stupid part.
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