I got drunk and applied for two credit cards last night. About to find out if anyone in this world is still dumb enough to give me credit.
Dude, we totally smoked up inside a church organ last night. Add this to the epic list.
The little things make me happy. Little dicks do not.
I just saw a sign that said "STRIPPERS!!! As seen on Jerry Springer!". As if Springer is the highest honor. I'm pretty sure we're in south Georgia.
Sunday was the 8 month anniversary when you shot me in the face...just an FYI.
Well, I'm off to go seduce a gay man. In 10 years when I'm 300 pounds, sitting in a mumu surrounded by my 500 cats, remind me of this text. That way I can be like "ohhh THERE'S where I went wrong!!"
I want to be your penis for a week.
You know I think I am ok with him not moving in yet. He came over, fixed my closet, ate me out, and left. I'm now in sweats drinking coke and rum and watching new girl. This works for me.
I like that our conversation ended with "im gonna go get pregnant goodnight"
I say "glasses of whiskey" like I didn't chug it out of the bottle
do you think your dog feels awkward being in the background of your nudes?
At least I know that however bad my life gets and how low I can feel I'll never feel shitting in a red robin parking lot low
To get him to come she paid for his uber and promised that someone in the house would give him head. it worked
she crossed my comfort zone...i thought i was a freak
said the guy with a pink sex swing...
Well, I was arguably the most sober adult in the house by 1 in the afternoon, so I'd say Superbowl Shitshow was a success.
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