I gotta feeling the economic climate has killed the housewife market
batman just walked across the sidewalk
lay off the drugs
no for real he was wearing a cape
I was under the impression that I sent actual words. turns out it was a series of letters and question marks on a side note we still had sex
That's like being smoked out by a unicorn. If the opportunity presents itself you fucking do it and don't ask questions.
Can I send you a picture of my penis? I feel like it looks really good right now and I need someone to share it with
Update: I may or may not be in a cult
Update #2: I may or may not be the leader of said cult
just almost had a panic attack because i couldn't find the granola bar i put in my purse. i miss klonopin.
we got kicked out of the bar last night for sneaking into the back kitchen and eating handfulls of cheese in the walk in fridge
Moral of the story: I had sex to Back to the Future last night.
I'm in my onesie attempting to spoon-feed myself cold soup. I'm playing freeze tag with my hangover. My hangover's winning.
I wish more of my problems were easily solvable by taking a good long shit.
We can't do acid Disneyworld.
I don't know what you're doing this morning, but obtaining Plan B is my number-one priority.
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Same way I cope with everything else. With dildos, dunkin and depeche mode
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