I'm just looking at Lindsay Lohan's vagina.
Oh yea! I was just doing that too!
woke up to find a pram in the balcony. first thing we did was look over the edge!
I literally ate my thanksgiving dinner while getting a lapdance. And honestly, after that, there is no other way.
i havent thrown up in four monthes, im clearly not drinking enough
so my doctor just swabbed my throat, and he looked up in suprise when i had no gag reflex. yea, he just judged me.
let's just say I never want to get pulled over and have to explain to the cop why I'm wearing a false beard again.
No it's okay, we're just driving to random places with the portable stripper pole and causing a ruckus.
Oh that's normal
So high I started crying because I was proud of Snoop Dogg for becoming Snoop Lion
The only explanation I can think of is that he still likes me. Which gives me an enormous amount of power over him and makes me laugh with malicious intent.
The only times girls talk to me at clubs is when they're asking if I'm okay when I'm puking outside. Or if it's a tranny
I could probably be laying here naked and he'd still be more interested in this thunderstorm
I've been to his house multiple times since that night and I STILL can't find my bra. And he says the hot tub ate my thong.
I'll send you pictures of my nipples so you don't feel left out.
I HAVE DISCOVERED LONDON AND IT FILLS ME WITH JOY
Right. Cuz nothing screams "You made it!" quite like selling your used underwear to strangers you met on the internet.
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