Also how the fuck did i get like 30 brown napkins
The police scanner is talking about you again....
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
i have my graded calc test (94%) sitting on my empty case of beer next to my desk. this is me winning at college.
I want to say that being forced to stare at the 'no.1 boyfriend' collage behind his head ruined the sex but it just didn't.
so hungover ... i gave my nephew five bucks to go blow bubbles for an hour in the kitchen.
Apparently "dick me" was not the response he was looking for.
I was about to take him home and fuck his brains out but then the police came and arrested him for the stolen credit card he had been buying me drinks with all night...
So apparently I was a completely different person lastnight, one who drinks scotch and makes out with 55 year old men who look like inspector gadget
He said I could stop sending ass pics now and just say hello. I'm not sure if that means he's no longer interested, or that he's a gentleman??
First thing I find in the car I just pick up from my grandpa? A discount card for the strip club down the road from his apartment. The force is still strong.
You would think by the size of the lump on my ass that I would have remembered falling down a flight of stairs.
I do not love him. There is no love. Only sex and meatloaf.
I can't believe I haven't fucked an Elvis impersonator yet.
Perfect attendance and not being drunk since Sunday. This is a new leaf if I've ever seen one
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