I'm eating lunch next to a table of beautiful culturally-diverse women chattering away happily. It's like sitting next to a Yaz commercial.
it's circumsized.
I think this conversation is over.
as nice as a boyfriend sounds, a relationship would require morals and self-restraint - both fields in which i lack.
momma always taught us never to change for a boy..
it's so much work when my dad takes my car to get fixed, i had to take out the bottles, condoms, and my pipe
maybe if i keep dancing i won't throw up
It can't be good... The last recollection I have is singing lullabys to his penis
well that explains the french fry and ketchup packet rolled into the wasitband of my sweats. thank you drunk me.
On a scale of one to liver failure, how bad would it be if I played thunderstruck alone?
Come back I feel like I ticking time bomb of
of drugs
I left when you were using your mug to lay on the street and ask for spare change
You threw up on his face 22 hours ago and now he's here holding your hand. I think he likes you.
Blacked in cold and wet, with them areound me singing Aaaaall we are saaaaayiiiing is YOU PEED YOUR PANTS
Alcohol won't break your heart. I mean, unless it's all gone maybe
I don't want to date him...I just want him to cheat on his girlfriend with me.
sober me is not impressed with the quality of people that drunk me gives our phone number to
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