i just google imaged poop.
um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
my phone is just a graveyard for last nights mistakes. at least it's giving me hints as to where i was though, i'm like carmen sandiego
The paper boy just woke me up in the front yard again.
She has 2500 facebook friends. I probably should have used a condom.
He came on my face and told me I looked like a gingerbread house.
You told me to hold on because you had to barf like a dinosaur.
He said he wanted to see my room, not my womb. It's a common mistake.
I wouldnt consider it a good Wednesday if there wasn't any projectile vomit involved
I don't remember how we paid for the cab. I do however remember giving him my heels 2 help with the bill.
Sitting in back of morning lecture drinking a daqueri from my pink unicorn cup. Pretty sure the girl next to me smells it.
BTW he text me to text him later after the concert to hang out. Im prepping my bed but I should know I shouldn't count my dicks before they hatch
Yes, bail money means jail. It also means lie to dad, do it now.
They made me leave the maternity ward, how do I get back in?
I have a mailbox and I don't know why.
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