haha you were like: "I don't want to uh pressure you.." as you took your own shirt off
A squiggle pen was my first vibrator back when I was young. I would lock myself in my bedroom with that thing. Oh to be 8 again.
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
Well that wasnt the exboyfriend i expected to hook up with today
Nope, just sitting on the couch, eating an advent calendar, being depressed about the herps.
I am at 2.05 miles in under 11 minutes. So either this thing is broke or I should always work out wasted.
Let's paint friendship bongs
I just think that exercising will really get in the way of my painkiller induced nap time rituals. There's gotta be a better way.
Ughhh I can't remember the last time "time fell back or springed forward" and I wasn't at the bar to argue about it :(
I have managed to reach the 'after meth poster look' before lunch here...
It says a lot about the way my life is going right now that 'there's no shit in your house' is fucking good news.
Let's knock shit down like godzilla and have intense sex in the rubble
I'm high. ignore me
No. There is no way we have to stoop so low as to ask your dad for weed. There has to be an alternative.
I have already put on my inside pants.
I may or may not have puked near a bear on the side of the road this morning.
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