all I know is if I don't watch spice world right now there will be a firefight.
She refered to her bed as the "cockpit"....I understand that this morning.
We have a hundred jello shots. Lines will be crossed.
did i call you last night crying about tacos and the royal wedding again?
We're sitting in his room writing songs about America. There's a verse about a dead dog. There's tequila everywhere.
Like really my mothers day gift is a pic of his dick
No, I know her type. Tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. Don't do it man..
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
it's not like I want to die, I just want life to stop for a little bit. how does that work?
Fuck that, come home. Let's get drunk and judge people.
What's the worst that could happen? I'm already broke and my leg's already broken
I'm sending lingerie pics that I took yesterday. I fully prepared for this holiday
I gave him a handjob in the uber car. Life is really spiraling downwards.
he was wearing a widestriped red gingham suit jacket with complete sincerity im not surprised she beat the shit out of him
if my 20s were a chapter in my autobiography, it would be called "the room is spinning and my hands smell like dick"
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