By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
So High I just made Cadbury Coffee. I don't know what it is yet, but it involves Cadbury Eggs and coffee.
I'm going to knit you a pair of furry handcuffs. And you said that knitting class was dumb.
My dealer threw in a "freestyle rap" today with my purchase. I dont know if I can handle this relationship.
He fell off the roof... he clearly has not been preparing for summer.
dude, i turned on the light and asked if they were ok and they STILL didn't stop. Most determined sex EVER.
Just drank an entire bottle of champagne for lunch. It's gonna be that kind of semester.
We would be rich. And the whole world would be stoned.
It's like past high you was looking out for future high you by rolling that joint and leaving it in your coat pocket. What a Halloween miracle
I haven't been this unsober in a long time. I feel like I am observing myself. Like I am a test subject for alcohol. I wish my brain would shut up and let me be a normal drunk.
I'm full of champagne and rage, of course I'm showing up at his house.
I decided to have a date tonight. Back on horse I go. Or aiming to be on a horse cock one day. You know. However that metaphor goes.
Can you bring me some underwear? I feel uncomfortable going underwear less at a Remembrance Day ceremony.
Neighbor just came over and asked if I had anything to clean blood out of carpet... it's definitely time to move.
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