erin looks like she hung out with the sham wow guy last night. she's got the beat up hooker look goin' on
I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
using my metrocard to split lines. it says optimism on the back. i am optimistic that you will appear at my door and help me finish all these drugs.
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
next time the cops show up in riot gear we should probably leave
and miss being on the news....no way
ill do whatever it takes for me to get more high and eat pie
did i call you last night crying about tacos and the royal wedding again?
Me too it's so nice. Debated studying out there but woulda been 90% babe-watching 5% flexing 3% studying and 2% talkin my boners down.
Curled up in the fetal position, trying not to throw up or think about my future, and humming songs from musicals to myself. You?
Sex-sore abs and my workout pants have gravel stains on the knees. It's like the workout of shame.
At one point, he came in to give her a pep talk, and then after he left, she just kept whispering his name into the toilet between heaves.
At least I'm fat on the outside. You can NEVER change being fat on the inside.
Consider yourself lucky. If I ever run into my ex, all I'll be able to think is, "I let you pee on me and lead me around on a leash."
The first thing my Christmas gift money is buying is a dildo.
Long story short I shit on a sidewalk while walking with multiple people. Then sprinted around the streets of Tallahassee in only gym shorts as I tore my toga off and wore it as a cape.
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