The guy asked if i had a problem w/set schedules
on the way to the hospital you kept asking if we could stop at the bar first. then you proceeded to puke out the window
I totally cried the whole time and then screamed out my new therapists name....
well that explains the french fry and ketchup packet rolled into the wasitband of my sweats. thank you drunk me.
I put an asterick after the names of people in my phone that I've fucked. Both as a form of bragging, and also so I can actually remember all their names.
Also, your vagina needs a time out and let your brain have a chance to make decisions.
You know me. im down for anything that could harm my well being. lets dress like dolphins so everyone will see what dicks they are.
He said I could pay him back in blow jobs. What's the going rate for those these days?
It's blow job season.
I just watch that 70s show all day and blaze whenever they do. It's nice being part of the circle
Well just give me the address, I'll bring the bourbon. If they let that into mental institutions
Wine and a Lunchable. That would be depressing if it wasn't the pepperoni and mozzarella one. Those are the shit!
I didn't want him to hear me sneaking in. The doggie door was the perfect solution.
If by whore you mean UPGRADE....then yes I am
If I hear that song one more time I will drive to hell and make John Lennon eat my ass.
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