she pooed on me. she actually pooed on me.
All I'm saying is that whoever owned the wheelchair clearly didn't need it or they wouldn't have been able to leave it there
that's probably because you left your arm in the fishtank for 90% of the night
He came in 20 minutes late for his final wearing plastic bags on his feet, and a tablecloth cape. Explain.
And then he tried to clean the throw up off my pants with 409
She's an honest to god fucking ballerina. She did things I don't have names for.
His IQ level must rival that of a comatosed aardvark.
I think I'm going to add the date I dumped his sorry ass as a life event on FB.
I think that's justified.
He tried to tell me that he could handle his liquor better than "all the bitches in this town." AS HE THREW UP. ALL. OVER.
It's disgusting. He breathes through his mouth and just sounds fat. Plus he chews all loud and shit.
We're at the liquor store. Then going to the hospital
No, the high point was when you stood on a chair and shouted you were the god of tits and wine.
like I licked Molly off a boys palm last night at a bar I think its ok to eat chicken once a week
I have chicken nuggets, lube and brand new batteries, he can stay at work charting all weekend for all I care, I'm set.
None of what you just said was coherent
I just bought wine at a gas station what the hell do you expect
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