I just wanted to let you know that if you dont tell me to stop texting i will still keep on trying, you matter to me
restraining order is on its way, crazy bitch
The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
all we need is a web designer
and a bunch of prostitutes
it was like the sexual equivalent of when Wilson fell off the raft and floated away
you should have heard her the other night. no sentence related to one preceding it. it was like she was in etch a sketch and when she moved she forgot everythin
There are 3 pics of me on my camera, naked, wearing only an apron, scooping ice cream.
rolled over to window for cup of snow instead of leaving bed for water. that's how hungover
I really want to go out tonight but part of me wants to be able to honestly tell the judge tomorow that I didn't
broke the door off of my fridge tryin to have a indoor rodeo
you had a pretty long talk with your shrooms in attempt to make them not give you a bad trip, it failed
I packed spaghetti and rum. But panties? Nah
I remember saying your puke looked like a jellyfish and you got very offended.
Actually going to jail after your wedding is NOT part of the plan.
My last Google search was 'can an impotent man have sex'. I don't even want to know what I did with that guy.
We somehow ended up in Oklahoma. Nick's been crapping for two hours and I'm afraid to call a doctor because who the hell knows what sort of stuff goes down in the middle of nowhere. So not a great long weekend really.
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