So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
I need to stop taking drags of other peoples cigarettes, it's such a tease. Like playing just the tip, you just can't
I want nothing more to get stoned and go to your little sisters petting zoo party but I need to have priorities
It's been decided..lingerie is an investment. You get free breakfast and cab rides out of it.
But it's not about our feelings, it's about making the men we sleep with feel awful about their lives
I dont have any paper so I'm writing class notes on my first response direction pregnancy paper. Judging eyes are all around.
So much to do, haven't done anything except hook up with sailors and work on my tan.
Do you have any pictures of me mounting animals that aren't on Facebook?
I could go for watching some naked price is right. Looks like a good time to me.
holy fucking shit get me out of here. even the babies are wearing beanies
My uterus is doing all sorts of karate moves to break free of my body.
I heard from the downstairs bathroom "WHY CAN'T I WIPE MY ASS IN PEACE!" and a pisscrate of glass bottles breaking
Pillow talk?
can't do it. no eye contact either.
Where have you been all my life
So, were you planning on telling me you left your panties in my glovebox??
Thanks for driving us home last night. Also, blanket apology for anything I may have said/done. I blacked out sometime near the t-shirt cape incident
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