Just woke up. I have a "Detective Jacob Arnold's" business card in my pocket.
just looked at his mug shot... not really my type
I answered the my mom's phone call about what we're doing for father's day while he was still fucking me. She thought I seemed really excited about his hiking boots present.
I don't think I own any pants that haven't seen his bedroom floor anymore...
okay, this game isn't funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
Thats the worst face I've ever seen you make an I've seen you throw up in your own hair.
I saw a picture of my dad holding my legs in a kegstand. Town festival=success.
I feel like death crawled up inside me and died. That sick
Meanwhile I'm working a fucking flute workshop and I'm one high c away from shoving a flute up the asshole of the next passerby
Came back with a random sweatshirt, an American flag, and a for sale sign. Mission success?
All I'm saying is that if you have time for a 20 min shower bj you have time for me
so I found out I could dislocate my shoulders on demand while I was trippin on e last night...
I'm chasing my vodka with snickers.
I would have rather been getting my vagina slowly waxed all day then be here.
that is very illegal...i love you.
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