I think about you every night.
I'm sorry.
fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
Last night I saw a drag queen take a shot of Red Hot that was soaked into a tampon. I fucking love my life!
Yea...but the guy who is beating me has a ponytail. So actually, I'm the winner here.
craigslist faux pas number 857, just got head in a disability bus.
sent the pic of my tit to the wrong bbm chatroom
I mean I'm forever immortalized as the one who puked in his dad's straw hat.
She sat on the stairs and yelled sex positions at us. I don't remember if we went along with it but judging by the beer and condoms I'm thinking yes.
I ended up with bruises on the back of my knees. Tell me again how I did this?
Yep. The ghost of my sex life is in your house.
Congrats! Its a fuck boy!
These last few days with George, grandma, and now Carrie all dying have been pushing me further and further into rum's sweet embrace.
If this gives you any indication of my current state, I stopped at Meijer after work and bought funyuns, pregnancy tests and chocolate.
I went to my AA meeting last night. My drug dealer is now my counselor.
You left your pants here again. 4th time in a row. How can you walk home without pants?
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