i'm signing you up for texting rehab
Breakfast of vicodin and eggs out of a solo cup at about three in the afternoon on a wednesday...I have my life together
i said send nudes i get bra and panties. thats not what i fucking asked for.
should I fuck that poor girl
no dude she won't be able to afford a fucking abortion
ironically, his detergent was also "small and mighty"
I'm eating cereal out of the pocket of my flannel right now
Seriously? He's going to use MY birthday sex as the opportunity to ask if he can pee on me?!? I let him, but wow talk about selfish.
I had this image of some guy in a taco truck down by the IMA accosting you for a peep show.
I'm watching intervention which is getting me psyched for your birthday. Is that wrong?
I'm in that weird half-dead, half fucked-simultaneously-in-every-orifice-by-a-bus-and-it-wasn't-a-good-time state.
Jerry got outside again, i found him making dirt angels in the garden. I need to put a bell on that bastard.
I take it you're alive?
Mostly. Can't quite control my arms.
i was making a gravity bong in my room and my dad walked in. he helped me finish. i love being home for the holidays.
She threw my purse across the room almost broke a lamp and this all started bc she forgot what an air mattress was
Only true party girls take their birth control with Smirnoff.
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