someone called me shannon dorrhety annnd it hurt my feelingsd.
oh yeah I'm gonna practice throwing up so I can be ready for Friday night. and Saturday. Beth is back, diaper and all.
Would love to except that I crashed into a hearse in a funeral procession about an hour ago so I think that pretty much put an end to my day.
the fog machine set off the whole complexes fire alarm
He turned me down because he was still doing his taxes.
You were high and telling me you felt like Pinocchio and that fire was bad for wood.
dont call me baby and dont touch my ears. ITS ALL I ASK
He didn't dress up but kept finding random pieces of costumes on the floor at each club. He was an 80s hair band warrior at the end of the night.
Is it possible to just pretend that everything we did after grilling up your goldfish didn't happen?
"Friendship bread", "how to get period stains out of cement", and "elephant bereavement" are all in my recent google history. Whatever shit that was last night really did me in...
So help my penis see only you. Give him some attention as well.
We can't BOTH have terrible sex lives. Get fucked or throw him out.
It sounds like drunken magic sprinkled w narcotics
I think he just tried to put your boyfriend in a trashcan....
whatever. i just wanna get "forget my own name" wasted
no. you need to know your name so people know where to return you when you get lost.
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