its not stalking. its research.
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
I think I'm going to try and hook up with that blond tonight.
I'm going for alcohol poisoning.
Whatever. It was high school. Back then I'd blow anyone who had enough room between their chest and their steering wheel for my head to fit.
He did not want a thank you for helping me move in bj. I don't know how to thank him now.
He said he was going to "rock my world". I wonder if he too has a false sense of confidence and accomplishment stemming from a complete lack of honesty from our own female counterparts.
We haven't even moved into the apartment yet and she has already screwed two of our neighbors. This is going to be the longest 12 month lease of my life.
For her birthday she wants to, " try something different with our butts a funnel and a bottle of whiskey"
I've lost all respect for marriage since I joined this bachelor party.
I think they make you graduate because you get too old to go hard and become a risk. homecoming weekend wins again. fuck.
Pretty sure I was high. I thought there was music coming out of my makeup bag.
Is he gonna be my crazy ex? Cause we weren't even together for as long as my weeklong bicurious lesbian relationship.
Oh my fucking god, I was conceived on the first date.
So I totally had sex In a teepee last night at that wedding reception.
Drink water, eat food, and stop tazing yourself
Randomize
