you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
We even fucked WHILE he was making me breakfast in bed.
The boys in front of me put beer, red plastic cups, ping pong balls, lighterfluid, and twelve packs of pantyhose on the conveyor belt. Whatever drinking game they're playing, I want a part in.
It was like some kind of slut recycling operation. She gave me the shirt of the last guy she slept with in exchabge for mine so I didn't have to wear the same thing to work. She's been doing it for years
They just called to see if he wanted to come in at 2am for overtime. He's trashed. He literally carried on a 10 minute convo with his boss about woodchucks. As in the animal
time for you to cut the loving, understanding, non-judgmental crap and say/do whatever it takes to make sure I never, ever, ever sleep with him again ever
My eyes feel like they're throwing up and I am the only human on campus
in the middle of getting head my cat meowed. she looked up , meowed back, and then continued giving me head.
Filthy. I need to be power hosed with holy water.
Commuter bitches be judging your sister and her bag fulla wine. It's a motherfucking rosé, bitch!
Despite popular belief cocaine is not a good pre-workout
Fun fact. I just wrapped myself in wrapping paper for a sext. Is this a new high or a new low stay tuned.
The first thing my Christmas gift money is buying is a dildo.
There better be alcohol at this child's birthday party. Seriously not trying to be entertained by a clown while I'm still sober.
Clearly the Stanley Cup Finals good luck hand job IS necessary. You let the whole team down.
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