I had a disgustingly explicit dream last night involving myself and lil wayne.
I'm curled up in a ball on the floor of my office with the lights off. I hope no one notices. No more open bar. Woof.
i hope thats the last time i ever see ryan's hairy ass fucking
I too understand the importance of cheesy bread
This exeeds the amount of high I planned on being.
well what is some mechanical horse racing with out blow involved
i told you that I felt like my feet were melting into the ground and you starting blowing on them to put out the "invisible fire". thanks friend.
She is just sitting by the bathroom like a little puppy waiting for a knight in shining armor to take her in there to fuck her. New low?
Benefits of having to stay in jail for the weekend: learned how to make my own make up out of colored pencils. Also how to make use of toothpaste for hair products. Downfall was probably getting hit on by a murderer. Only me.
So "I hate myself Mondays" has extended to Tuesday this week. I just had peanut butter and a glass of wine for lunch.
In case you're wondering what frozen hashbrowns taste like at 4 in the afternoon, shame. They taste like shame.
I just have to point out that once I typed "fa" my phone filled in "fatass"
He said he "doesnt care at all, really" if I shave my legs or not. Challenge accepted.
Oh? I just remember dropping coins and trying to give the manager change to let me back into the bar.
Had to clear my browser history. I figured if she used the search bar and her name came up, it might be a little creepy.
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