I'm about to enter vancouver's biggest liquor store. I feel like I should sent you a "wish you were here" postcard.
Ok lesson learned. Don't lick the spoon when making mushroom chocolates. The kitchen walls are melting.
Oh my God. He stopped counting at 22.. His senior year. I feel the STDs infecting my taint as we speak.
There are rocks in my bed. And dirt all over my face. Explain?
He's hot though. It's not like he JUST got out of prison. That was like months ago
Saying you need a hooker then asking me to have sex is NOT the way to get laid. Booty call 101.
There is always the bar, but 2 30 on a Tuesday just screams alcoholism
State dependent memory. I just needed to feel my teeth. It was like a fog was lifted.
I mean, you've seen me eat pizza, sober, out of a garbage can, and yet I refuse to go eat at that place. Just sayin....
He puked in the middle of it and I still wasn't disappointed.
Vodka, rum, moonshine, I don't care, just bring like 5gallons.
Talking to a customer about getting high and staring at glow in the dark wheels while there is a cop in the store. Just another day in Tampa
At least you didn't lose your virginity to chumbawumba
just drove past - why are you walking towards the shop in your pyjamas?
Can't talk, on a quest for bacon.
His relationship is over as soon as he sees my boobs. I’m going to titty fuck my way into his heart
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