It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
Good face, no body. And apparently her vagina is related to chewbaca.
On second thought, trying to signify she was a butter face by wiping my bagel on her cheek may not have been in my best of interests
my dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for sunday brunch next week. you in?
Let's get one thing straight; we aren't in a relationship. We fuck and occasionally go to subway.
I have reached the state of intoxication where it is now a requirement to sit while peeing.
Yesterday was just the icing on the rejection cake that was my week
but they dont look like handprints. looks like someone had a boxing match with my tits and my tits lost
I needed that adderall to break my tradition of passing out at the bar on Sundays
And I just realized we will be at a strip club when the end of the world is supposed to happen. This is destiny
I think we did. All i know my pants smell like pong water due to the bathroom extravagansa. God I feel like a whore.
In the bath trying to absorb water through my skin because I can't drink it.. That hungover
I'm at the point where I'm gonna write in my mothers bday card. Happy birthday. Please stop having sex with the door open.
We should. Taco Bell definitely gives me the shits though.
It's girls night. No shame, just febreeze
now acid just makes me think of crab ragoon
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