I'm skeptical of all drag queens.
all i need in life is blowjobs and white cheddar cheezits
i'm using a wine bottle as a spitter. how classy is that.
I don't know why I've never thought to take my bong into the bathtub before.
I'm starting to have hip problems from having my legs spread too often.
The guy in front of me got in the club with his green card, that's awesome
I'm sitting here bra-less eating jalepeno candied bacon. You know you want this.
Coming.
I just realized why I have little cuts all over my fingers. There was a broken pint glass in my purse last night.
He offered to let her do a line of coke off his hard-on. She said she'd had that hard-on and it would be a bump, not a line. Everyone laughed. That's why he left.
So that answers the first question but not the second: how the fuck am I getting home?
Getting high in the car with mom and the aunts during intermission for drag queen bingo. Details later.
I like how I just yelled in the window at Mcdonalds drive thru, got his number and then fucked. it was like I ordered a happy meal that only can be had after midnight.
Ah, but I don't wear underwear. Every day is Commando Wednesday.
final thoughts: i just want someone into choking me out, weed and anime
You tried to pick a fight with a polka band saying that you'd wrap the accordion around their throats
I need a significant other who'll eat Skittles from my boobs
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