For a day that started with shitting my pants, things turned out fairly well.
1.) where are you? 2.) you making meatballs? 3.) Meatballs for sex?
this weekend destroyed me...my brain feels like the curly fry at the bottom of the bag. GAhhh come save me
that's ecstasy for ya. now I'm kinda in the mood for jack in the box.
You have to figure out where to put this turtle dude
Paris has not been good for her. Everytime she has a one night stand from a different country, she buys a mini flag and tapes it to her wall with the others
he puked in the sink and didnt turn off the water before he passed out on the bathroom floor. its been 2 hrs and we finally noticed that the whole fucking house is flooded. to hell with this birthday party
And I'm determined to make an Eiffel Tower happen sometime. I just don't know who will take the pic (first world sex problem?)
The only thing I know is that these arent my shoes and Aaron is missing and he has my house keys.
I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents.
I think my dove chocolate wrapper just told me to masturbate.
People are talking politics and I have had 9 mimosas
Do you feel better now that you've sent me a picture of your dick?
Yep.
I asked him to get me another beer, and he started making muffins.
His parents bailed him out, the police said they found him on a curb trying to call people on his wallet, hahha. He had his wallet open to his ear callin people
Did you just affectionately call me a scrotum?
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