Actually, all he talks about is how great the sex is with her and how crappy you were at it. Stop being a bitch and gossiping masking it as self-righteousness.
Pants on the Ground is the theme song of my life
For a second, I wondered if I could smoke pizza.
hung over. covered in somebodies makeup. and ready to drink.
Haha...we lost by one cup to a guy w shitty facial hair. What makes me most mad abt the loss is that I could grow a better beard on my vag.
WE COULD TOTALLY DO ECSTASY AND GO TO THAT CAT SHELTER OFF OF BROADWAY.
I'm gonna take my bong and hot box the pirate ship in the daycare playground.
Please tell me that chemistry equipment is for chemistry and not for producing felonies.
In related news, I couldn't want to blow you more if your dick made harmonica noises.
I think pretend fucking a camel is a good thing to do downtown. They loved me.
My hands are stained pink. I look like I fisted a muppet.
as much as I don't like snorting drugs, I would totally be fine with someone doing a line off my ass. that's just a whole new up
Currently tripping balls and watching Pink Floyd the wall and I'm crying during it. If this isn't a self realization then I don't know what to tell you.
My dog and I just went outside to pee together.
I just kept eating and watching him slide down the stairs head first
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