just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
shes the kind of girl i dont like to talk to unless my penis is in her mouth.
There is no way he is gay with that hair.
between my moustache and how drunk I am it will be a miracle if I get laid tonight.
Haha he acted like he's never seen a tampon catapolt across the hall before
you had sex with a 30 year old who doesn't have a cell phone but does have an 8 year old son.
he's 29.
Okay well someone asked "IS HE HOMELESS?" about me so I need to try and find somebody.
I have yet found the courage to put pants on. No judgement thursday led to no shower friday and now no pants saturday. God i miss college.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
Apparently I got mad at you for "Not drinking with me till we thought we were seahorses" and smashed my face on your door. Then I put my feet in the oven and started crying because I was drinking alcohol from a pot. My life is spinning out of control.
Unless you're gonna start buying my underwear, you have got to stop ripping it off of me.
Is "I am going to murder you if you keep sending me requests that I cannot fulfill" unprofesh?
I blew past the Governor's motorcade going twice the speed limit and DIDN'T get a ticket. God wants me to get laid.
My legacy here is being that tiny blonde girl that threw someone down and shouted "Fuck your face, I'm Dee Dee Ramone."
Does this mean I have to put a bra on now
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