Get out...Run...Or there's going to be a dick in your mailbox
I thought it couldn't get worse until she said "Nipple hair"
at the bar. watching boys pee in urinals. when they come out we give them a thumbs up or a thumbs down. probbb shouldn't prop the bathroom door open with a bar stool....
ok watching intervention on tv. when i hit rock bottom - i wanna be THIS chick.
you made your own hammock out of a towel and duct tape.
I'm thankful she wil die Alone. And I'm thankful I slept wiht her cousin. And brother.
You stood next to him taking HUGE gasps of air in an attempt to second hand smoke his cig because you didn't have one...
I'm sorry. I think I have multiple personalities. Or it was the acid. Either way. I'm sorry.
I don't think that calm, have their shit together people actually exist.
I'm turning into an adult here.
Adults touch each other's special zones.
I just paid $10 for tinder plus so that I could change my location to Rio and match with Olympic Athletes
I'd have to have a ring. Like I don't want to be called "the ex girlfriend that shit on me"
We had sex to Hey Arnold, Rugrats, and All That. I feel like my life has come full circle.
While strippers were eating ones out of my boobs, several sources claimed trump shared classified info with the russians. We should get hammered on Mondays more often, bitch.
congratulations on joining the accidental bisexual club
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