Some broad at the bar just asked me how much money I make. I don't know whats worse, the question or the answer.
susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
ha so i just found a picture of you eating paper towels and many of Laura freaking out from it.
Intervention is following me on twitter.
wow.
Besides, I'm not in my 30's. I'm still allowed to drink wine from a bag.
Februarys looking very promising in the vaginal department
Solid teamwork gives us a good shout of both bringing home trophy cougs
I just brushed my teeth. In the car. With watered down Sprite. From Saturday. Multi-tasking at its finest.
After what was supposed to be a one night stand I woke up to a message in my room wall written in marker "Kaitlin got it on in here" definitely a cock block down the road
It's almost like a boob-text, but it's not. Because it was live. And you were showing a bunch of people.
Step 1: Buy a house Step 2: Turn bedroom into sex dungeon
Somehow my family started talking about sex toys at breakfast.
Maid of honor screwed up the joke so I just got to explain what a strap on is and why a married lady might want one to Grandma and my brother's wedding shower.
You kept yelling stranger danger at Nick because he was talking to that girl you didn't like. Your not invited ever again.
You walked around in your costume going up to every guy saying "I'm a squirrel, give me your nuts"
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