Okay call me later ill be watching lifetime and scrubbing throw up off my feet
Only you could turn Mozart into a stripper song.
I need to stop researching the drugs I do on Wikipedia. The parts about abuse and dependency hit too close to home
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
I've been here 20 minutes and some creepy old man told me he wanted to know what my insides felt like. I hate gay bars.
he's my ex-boyfriend's best friend... he tried to make out with me to prevent me from hitting his friend. then they almost fought about it.
teach me your ways.
Listen up tinkerbell, You're gonna come to the bar, hit on some fat chicks, and step up when I punch someone in the face.
I inadvertently smoked 6 blunts at one time. We just kept passing them around...I didn't know what happened until it was over. I can't walk.
Honestly I think at this point I purposefully schedule nothing on Sundays anymore so I can spend all day wallowing in my shame.
Almost to work. And still feel hungover. Like my body is trying to regenerate after dying. Full on zombie shit. But like, one of those zombies from warm bodies that comes back to life slowly.
I mean, on what planet are nipples suppose to look like that?
And your boyfriend doesn't mind you constantly taking pictures of his dick just to freak out your brother?
its more like he's accepted that he can't stop me
I no longer need a flask. I need a canteen.
no, it was more of an i-don't-think-he-even-knows-what-a-clitoris-is, bad.
I think there is cocaine on my toothbrush.
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