My grandpa is talking about laundry and he asked if i could run a "small hot load." Wow. I had to leave the room.
Get out...Run...Or there's going to be a dick in your mailbox
The nice sales man at 711 gave me a handful of free lighters for buying a carton of cigarettes. I guess the depressed damsel in distress look works for me.
just skyped with my friend to listen in on the people talking shit about me in the library. creepy or strategic?
so apparently i worked out for over an hour last night. drinking is the only way i will ever get anything done
he built a boat made of joints. holyyy shit
Its a Guy he gets weed for. I'm kinda confused as to why there are going to even be tuxedos involved at all.
I miss the days of selfishly blowing a load in the condom without her knowing and acting all like "we shouldn't do this" so she would get dressed and leave.
Ya well here is the deal with last night, it was the Biggest shit show we have ever co-stared in.
You are like a vicious sex animal persistently seeking prey
So how was the sex with me last night?
No worse than usual.
these people use weed stems as birthday cake candles. I'm never coming home
He won't have sex to beyonce. I hate him.
I can't tell if my heart is fluttering because I love him... or if it's palpitating from all the coke.
Next time we do shrooms i am finding an open field at sunrise and running through it and nobody is stopping me this time!
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