): 100 percent naked, unless you count a tiara as clothing.
I am at a striph cluv. They are ovealls everywhere. I have hot rock botto.
You watched "From Justin to Kelly" and sang along to more than half of the songs. I didn't know whether to laugh or to be insanely frightened that you knew almost all the lyrics.
I don't know. I guess at the end of the day I wanted taco bell more than a boyfriend.
Totally get that.
For the record, saying you're friends with the owner doesn't work when the owner is the one throwing you out.
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
So how much of last night are we going to pretend never happened? Enough to stay friends?
Wait, you seriously DON'T keep vodka in your backpack??!??!?
After everything you did, you followed it with "Oh God, that's something a high person would do. But I'm not high." So yeah, you're not getting near my stash again.
these are times I'm glad I'm Jewish because the Torah is just like "drink, eat, and fuck"
Thursday could be nutella day. You could make me a nutella sandwich and then fuck me senseless
Also I just took Ritalin with coffee so if anyone wants to know what numbers sound like, I got you
Moral of the story - don't craft naked. Your nipples with thank me.
I have a cheeseburger in my purse and im going to fill her prescription for narcotics. Who thought i was responsible enough to sign her discharge papers?
Yeah well I fucked my ex on a sink last night soooo booty calls for us all
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