And now I'm afraid that I'm a pornographic eater.
someone owes me an orgasm
i wonder what thom yorke's orgasms sound like
I hate it when I can only see straight when I close one eye. I feel like that deserts the purpose of seeing with two eyes
I hid 4 bags of cocaine in your house. Have fun finding them
I would have to gauge my vagina to make it fit.
Bc when the owner of your local gay bar and a drag king ask you to take them to a rival gay bar 2hrs away at 4 in the morning YOU GO.
cheese fries, coffee, with a side of dry heaving in the bathroom at the diner on campus at 5am. never felt better.
I wanna die of smoke inhalation. In a huge teepee. Or one of those big things kids in kindergarten have that you throw up in the air then sit inside of.
It was drunk tag. I was Alice in wonderland chasing a ballerina who was chasing Lance Armstrong who had needles in his arms.
I plan on drinking enough to kill at least 2 frat boys and make an aa meeting weep for joy
well apparently i sat in the bathroom staring in the toliet at my vomit. it was blue. how was your night?
My drunk ass is being chauffeured around like the damn queen of England
THE SUN DOESNT SET TIL 647 YAAAAASSSSSSSSSS. Goodbye seasonal depression hello regular depression
You know how fear has a smell? Well turns out shame has a smell too. It's Pina colada flavored anal grease.
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