So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
we were watching porn and trying to copy the position they were doing now i think my hip is dislocated
I'm on page 4.
Im on beer infinity
Shotgunned a beer while taking a bath.
I either just got free sex or a nice jail sentence. Text me in 10 to verify.
him being a republican bothers me way more than his coke problem.
he kept opening the car door while we were ON THE HIGHWAY and insisting he could walk. next time i drive my boss home at 3am i'm putting the child lock on
I tripped while walking across the stage and while trying to pick my diploma back up my flask fell out in front of the dean
I don't know. Sometimes you can be a wild card with your emotions. Mostly the emotion known as anger.
It reeks of weed and poor life decisions in here
Is it against health code to come into work half drunk and commando?
And if you haven't kicked a pigeon you haven't started your morning right
Oh the best part of having sex with him was that he made me a smoothie after
Someone needs to get Mark off the roof. I told you that he doesn’t shut up about ancient Egypt if you give him henny.
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