I think I saw a glimmer of recognition, but she must not have been able to make me out through all of her whorishness.
It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name
I was actually high enough at that point that I was just casually following your glowing footsteps like in Avatar while we ran from the cops.
planned ethnic drinking holidays while bored at work thru next may. I don't suppose you have any scots or russian in you?
How am I supposed to stop smoking pot when girl scout cookies are being sold.
She stumbled into class and Google image searched nipple piercings for the entire 75 minutes
All I know is that I woke up with my pajamas on inside out in front of a bowl of watered down kd. Sitting up. I didn't even make it to bed.
In the mean time, I'll continue to kick ass at running and become a successful stripper while he might hook up with one average looking girl he met at a club. I so win.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
I air guitared a man's prosthetic leg on the bar to Bruce Springsteen. That's how it's going
I sprayed his whole room with my perfume and left lots of my hair on the bed. So now if he does bring her home, the bitch will know this territory is marked.
ok morning sex is a totally valid reason to come in late... ur good, cya in 20
I begin to question your sobriety when you both left here shirtless, with beers in one hand and shotguns in the other
I'm gonna ask his dad. Weed trumps broken heart any day.
I HATE BEING THIS HIGH FML IT'S LIKE I'M MAKING UP FOR ALL THE 4:20S I DIDNT DO ALL AT ONCE
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