Bad news is I found gravy in my nightstand again.
want the rest of his teeth to fall out while he slowly dies alone. Pretty sure I'm to the anger phase.
and then he tried plucking my nose hairs. lines were crossed.
It's not even like I care. He was cute 30lbs ago and before he fucked that Michael Jackson look alike.
Bad news. I baked you a cake and one of my fingernails is missing.
we played dirty jenga the drinking edition... some girl really just broke a rib? how do we even go this hard
im in the post action - pre consequence stage.
But really- as the voice of your vagina I am BEGGING you to do it. If not for yourself than for your poor innocent puss
I found out his moms name, maiden name, profession, and office location, his dads name and profession, his home phone, picture of their house, all of his work profiles, and the cost of their house. All I'm trying to do is find his damn twitter
This guy is selling weed on the train. Like... Straight up. No fucks given.
went out last night. woke up with a lisp.
He lives in a tent in my ex'd backyard. Why the fuck would you want any of that dirty dick?
It involves me, my best friend, and a stripper and her mother.
I want to create a human. Discussion later.
I know you're having a really bad day and I'm a little to blame for that and I'm sorry. To make your day go better just try to imagine what people's fuck faces look like.
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