Hey sorry for feelin' up your date. Sadly, this is a mass txt.
There's a show on bravo about fat people dancing. FAT PEOPLE. DANCING.
This is god's gift to the unemployed.
i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
I think I just puked all over my comforter and my roomdmate won't wakt up to washc it for me
isnt it sad that we can reminisce about our childhood but we cant remember shit we did last month
If there was a god I would have a big mac right now, but i don't
So he told me he wanted to fertilize my caviar. Im avoiding all foreign exchange students from now on.
you just stood there spinning and got mad if anyone tried to stop you
the lady next to me just sniffed my hair, smiled, and then fell asleep. I almost started crying from that kind of creepiness
don't cry, we can learn from her
the party has pretty much ended, it's just 20ish of us jumping and grinding to music from some guy's phone in the corner.
It's kind of awesome I can smoke with my parents and tell them about thetime we used listerine in that bong
Men are too sensitive. They need to learn to handle me.
I need to align my fucking chakras
i just want a beer and a blow job. is that so much to ask?
and i just want a ring so i can stop faking it. is that?
I've started recycling nudes. Why should I take new pictures for every single man?
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