I totally ignored my nose and drank sour milk this morning. The tupid carton said 4/22/09. i puked everywhere..
You came in at two thirty, wearing your underwear and a tie then asked where you could find a sombrero and a pair of stilletos that would fit your men's size thirteen feet.
i'm not the one sitting naked in my room playing with my boobs and a cat.
i mean i should have known that when i started taking shots with my zumba instructor i was in for a rough night...
No, I've only ever seen his brother's dick. So when I have lucid sex dreams, I just do a little cut and paste in my mind and stick his bro's package onto him.
I feel like I was eaten by a coyote, then shit over a cliff...
I've now spilled wine and got poptarts all over my cast. So much for my doc taking me seriously...
"YOU A2TE UNDERAGE LOL" Got that at 2am. Gotta stop dating alcoholics.
I'll call it a tollerance break and either will be celebrating my new job with a bowl or will be smoking my sadness away from not getting the job. Either way.
He's over here like "remember those pics you sent me a couple years ago? Those were hot." And I'm like "remember talking about what we were gonna name our kids a couple months ago? That was hot." Therein lies the disconnect
my grandpa paid for my boob job but he just doesn't know it.
i feel like ive seen the light, but not in the nasty christian way. thats gross. say no to jesus, kids
But Keith is doing MDMA for New Years and he's 39.
Keith has a beautiful 20 year old girlfriend, a good job and a cute puppy. We can't all be Keith.
But I want to be Keith.
so i realized that he's only my physical relationship and beer is my emotional relationship...
Unless you want to see me masturbate, I think skype is a no go for now.
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