so i hit rock bottom, god threw me a shovel. i continued to dig.
I don't know what happened to get you in this mentality. This time last year your were ass up on a hotel bathroom counter getting licked by a stranger.
you just stood there spinning and got mad if anyone tried to stop you
Just make sure my intervention has a theme...
If you can count on one hand the number of times you have actually, truly nearly died this month, then you are not really living yet.
I have better things to do with my life than be faithful.
we left when one of the guys tried to stick himself with an IV that he found
you seriously don't remember..? but then again, you were taking shots by yourself for like 30mins
I said he looked like a lumberjack and that's when he came. I guess he liked the beard compliment?
i don't think fitbit tracks "flipping the fuck out" as activity.
I just want an early 40-something dude who is vaguely unencumbered, professionally driven and wants to put me in a ball gag.
A real best friend would support the hoe in me. Not remind me of what happened the last time I slept with a boss
Chicks dig it when you smell like bong water and frebreeze.
Let's just say when I woke up I was still drunk. My hangover hit me around noon so I chilled w my dad and took a bath and shower at the same time. You just can't do that at college
if you want the landscaping job, the uniform is a speedo. no exceptions.
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