love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
On the bright side, at least we arent the generation raised by fucked up teen moms.
I just got a flashback from Saturday night of you helping me wash my feet in the bar's bathroom.
im swimming of confusion and bacardi. where do i go from herrrrrre
he is allergic to cats. we can only glue dog hair on him. otherwise he might die and i dont want to be responsible for that.
ahaha ok
let's call it "werewolfing"
There was a staple in my grits at waffle house last night. My knees are bruised as hell. And I puked pink all over my bathroom. Gooood night.
I decided that Calgary can keep my underwear. They earned it.
She thought that based on the way she feels that she got drugged last night, but come on, her turn on word is hello, who needs to drug that??
There was a sweat stain in the shape of a fast chick with low standard on your bathroom floor
I'm pretty sure they had a hash wedding cake. I love college weddings.
Bartender at the wedding asked if he was making my drinks too strong. I laughed at him.
I miss the "How many Grindr hits can I get while performing in an elementary school?" game.
I'm eating ramen over the toilet. Fuck my life
i'm sitting in bed scratching my boobs and wearing a sparkly fedora and have no one to blame but myself
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