Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
We're celebrating his weight gain and arrest.and by we I mean I, and by celebrating I mean getting dangerously drunk
She's pathetic and vulnerable..and short. Thats his type.
i am bringing shame upon my ancesors with my weak liver valhalla will never accept me
My mom just gave me my fake back to buy her more wine.
I'm having an emotional breakdown watching baby sloths on YouTube you need to come save me from myself.
That guy is like a clown car of sexy. Just when I think I've seen it all, THERE'S MORE.
AND SOME IN THE TRUNK.
We're Scorpios. We're like dogs rolling in whatever smells good to us.
That makes 14 Xmas cards already! Middle aged people are really nice to their dealers.
So he just rolled you off his dick and fell on the floor?
Nothing will stop me from making the title of my paper "The Great Political Cock Block." Absolutely nothing.
So, no matter what happens today, hold on to this. At least you're not naked under your ex husband's trench coat being stopped by the police who also work with your ex husband. Long story. Actually, not a long story. That's it.
After pissing all over her van its a lot easier to look her in the eye than I thought.
He just started dry humping the air... I'm done
I think my brain is throwing up inside my head. How do you live like this?
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