I just ate 3 burrito supremes and a crunchwrap...can't feel feet...I think I have diabetes
Wait, we're on the hunt for addys and explosives. They're both in this house somewhere.
I'm tempted to see how fat I can get before he leaves me. It's obvious we're playing a game of chicken here.
You need to let him know my only agenda is coke and sadness.
I haven't been motivated enough for a shirt. And only half the day was bra-worthy.
6 pack came off in the shower. Sharpie is not forever.
I think as a general rule I have to have blacked out somewhere at least twice to be comfortable.
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
then he told me my boobs feel like "if you put mushroom soup in a baggie." I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this.
I changed his name in my phone to "Irrelevant" last night. Not changing it back.
We've had gay sex and pie, the holiday season has officially begun.
All I'm saying is Europe has not been easy on my vagina.
I've come to the conclusion, I should prob have at least 20 hr supervision. I would say 24, but I'm guaranteed to pass out for at least 4 hrs a day
I'm at work behind the bar and just washed my mouth out with rumple bc I don't have a toothbrush. This may be a new low.
Come on in and take your pants off
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