Can someone please explain to me how I got rugburn on my tits?
I hope so. I just start to question my lifestyle when i pee on coffee tables
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
i know and i thought i was only capable of loving dick and drugs, im so happy
I do not want to do anything. The words more tequila need to be erased from my vocabulary
Definitely contact high. Thirty miles an hour listening too i can see clearly now wanting too eat the steering wheel
I'm riding in a wheelchair, being pulled by a golf cart. You need to be here.
Seriously, I was a high class hooker. I was snorting shit Rachel, white powder, lines formed with credit cards, the dudes house was beautiful. Magnum condom. Adorable puppy dog. Pretty sure at some point I was sleeping on a washing machine. Boxing Gloves.
Those were the highlights of my night.
I just melted my phone trying to make cookies. I think that's a sign.
Did you find any other hidden treasures in my room? Specifically weed? Or Slim Jims?
Not only have I fallen off the wagon, it ran me over and just kept going...
It is very possible that having sex with you just now just got me into Yale
I have stickers all over my boobs and a lump the size of china on my forehead. today has not been good.
if you want to know how my night is going I just ugly cried in the cheesecake factory
I had a dream I hooked up with Post Malone. I can still smell the dream
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