I'm bringing in a picture of a stranger on facebook to get my haircut. I have reached a new level of creepy.
well tonys high enough to be moving from spot to spot around the kitchen shooting tortellini into a boiling pot and yelling "KING JAMES" whether he makes or misses it.
It's either jizz or frosting, and either way, someone's being held accountable.
Im blasting "Fat Bottom Girls" as loud as humanely possible in attempts that old ladies doing water aerobics will take the hint and get the fuck out of the pool.
My therapist is concerned about your alcoholism.
i keep looking at my boobs and it just baffles me how he could give this up.
I started sorting laundry at 6 am. He finally got the hint and left
I was paranoid that someone would jizz in my hair while I had the cucumbers over my eyes. Super-High Spa Day didnt work out.
she's just been through a whole lot lately. When the crazy starts leaking out we give her vodka and lock her in the room with all the pillows.
so that's what that room is for...
Ok so last thing I remember was hugging a cop while vomiting
Where are you on a scale from one to wasted?
Like alphabetically I'd say a v
You're just a heartbreaker with a knitting problem
I walked out in my coconut bra, and that's when it all went downhill.
I responded like every reasonable adult would. With a gif
where are my eyebrows?
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