I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
Just role played anchorman. And yes, I did take her to pleasure town.
Too late, the blunt's already in my cleavage
Just found out my mom tried to sue the birth control company when she got pregnant with me...love you too mom.
I have 250 contacts there has to be someone sober to take me to taco bell
I'd be a gr8 surrogate. I'm gonna love your fetus
This is why I need to move out...so my naked vomit covered walk of shames to the bathroom are only witnessed by one other person who is equally as pathetic as me and the cat
Just like to put it out there it's surprising how little reception a dog cage has
What happened to no more shots?
It went out the window just like my dreams
Liquor has joined the party. Aly just fucking yelled "I LOVE COOKING" and poured margarita mixer, ice and tequila into the blender.
Chili is not acceptable fuck buddy food.
Oh well, he'll live. He has a hand and a penis.
I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with myself when this is all over. I'll probably just go back to smoking pot and trying to learn italian.
He ate me out in the warehouse on a pallet of sunlight soap. I fucking love night shift!
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