please. tell me to stop eating out of the trash.
i broke up with my boyfriend last night because i had to eat a freezy pop in every color and he ate the last blue one. i sat on the floor and cried for an hour at least. everyone left. so i decided that this whole weed thing isnt really healthy for my relationships.
I am far too drunk to be making a tuna melt . There's blood EVERYWHERE.
then he asked me if i wanted to "handle his wingman"
sooo....i just remembered that someone fed me a pretzel out of their purse at the bar last night.
I have no idea what to do about this. He has a power over me and I think its called his tongue.
WHAT THE FUCK. SUCH A BAD IDEA. YOU'RE NO LONGER IN CHARGE OF NOSE SUBSTANCES.
He was having a "party in the princess castle." At what point do I blindfold him and take him to AA?
And all i could do was bury the part of me that felt guilty for cradle robbing and put on my dick swallowing bib.
What can i say, my face is nice and my body is just unreal. And my beer pouring/stealing is incredible \n
Sitting across the table from one of my high school teachers who hasn't seen me since I was about 16 drinking a beer wearing a leotard
Bring vodka when you get back from court.
I have post one night stand depression
I totally fucked your pastor last night.
You're his wife.
Still a dirty get down.
Feel free to drag me back to reality at your convenience
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