So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
too bad you can't see the clap by looking at her face.
she is a standing ovation.
It's sad how good I am at giving people diseases
I vaguely remember telling people they were not trash cans
she was puking into the toilet drowning herself saying "its okay im a swimmer"
I like how washing the beer bong is now a regular part of washing the dishes.
He called me from prison intake to wish me luck on my job interview. Somehow that's the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me.
I paid your cover too so you're on the list as tits mcgee. You're welcome :D
Remember when we used to share painkillers at parties? Now we're dealing in blood pressure pills. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
you were leaning up against the wall pulling your shirt up asking girls to dance on you. your courage to do that is both admirable and frightening.
Nothing like an alcohol-fueled, 6-hour-long hunt for weed--complete with occasional breaks for sex.
So apparently they remodeled our middle school. Looks like we'll need to find a new roof to play beer pong on this summer.
That's the last time I send a mass text invitation to smoke a blunt
Then he kissed my hand sensually and said "you're a Black Queen. Don't let anyone tell you different."
I'm just hitting the tip of the iceberg on accents for this trip...so basically my panties are done for.
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