We got bored. So we went to planned parenthood to stare at everyone who made worse decisions than us last night.
she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
I mean I like that it's warm enough to open the windows, but it annoys me that I can't walk around naked anymore.
This is getting ridiculous. See/touch her boobs=good day. Not see/not touch her boobs=bad day. I am legitimately depressed over the lack of tits in my hands right now.
you are getting stockholm syndrome from your pubes
Im cutting you off tonight ONE boy at a time
i figure if i show enough tits, no one will notice my eyebrows.
My birthday is in 11 days. Going ham. Consciousness will not be an option
Day 1 of the Fuck Your Ex weekend has been productive. Already boned Steph and we're both still glad we arnt together anymore.
I just spent a solid 3 minutes trying to figure out how to send a smell through my phone
I was Jaeger weird. I was rolling on the floor pretending to be an Olympic gymnast and my name was Gina
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
An old biker dude just flirted with me at Food City. I enjoyed it. God damn I need to get laid.
I can't talk, I can't walk, I think I'm twitching and I'm not even sure if I'm typing this. Help
She was blowing air into green onions and tying knots in them to make "balloons"
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