We can make salsa ya know, maybe even some hot sauce. That doesn't mean we're married.
Dancing like a fucking crazy person to jai ho with a snow ball in her hand. Snow days make her go nuts.
I am not deleting the internet history anymore, now I am going for shock value.
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
mom just told me i had to find a fake by next wednesday.
I just woke up at my desk with "To Whommmmmmmmm" typed on a letter. I have no memory of waking up, getting dressed or driving in.
Every day I regret the life decisions that led me to bank management and NOT being a coke addicted stripper. Every. Single. Day.
The only thing the cop asked me is..... "how are you still alive"?
I know i should have focused more on what you were saying in the text rather than the fact you spelt "suicidal" wrong
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
I think I've just evolved into some kind of vodka fueled monster
Just left a strip club where they let me on stage to teach them tricks. Time of my life!
Im watching animal planet drunk, watching a documentary on mermaids. Tonight has not gone to waste.
there is partying, then there is whatever we did last night.
Randomize
