just drove past a church sign that said "jesus got 'er done" ... welcome to the south
Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
I am not deleting the internet history anymore, now I am going for shock value.
I know. I just don't want anything else. I have no other desire. Just a ham sandwich.
I honestly don't know what to make of that.
A ham sandwich would be nice.
I just walked by a party bus on my way to study. God hates me.
Remember that foreign guy who never talked last night? He just came out of my bathroom when I woke up.
I remember all the people and all the acts I just have to match the person with the act
I just saw a guy in a sombrero and holding an inflated blow-up doll in all her "glory" get escorted out of the mall. I hate Marley.
A nap. You broke your hand napping in Vegas.
Adults smoke weed in footie pajamas man. You just gotta accept me for who I am.
Dude we gotta go back to your cabin. left glenn. he's calling me crying and still drunk
Being sober is boring. Tomorrow I'm def bringing wine and my vibrator to work. Might even booty call that hot guy on floor 5. Making the last week at this job legendary.
I'll just tell you, some how when we were having sex on Friday my collarbone got fractured.
That's why my boobs are so big, they're full of secrets.
He said he would get me a helmet and bedazzle it with my name and address so the cabs would know where to take me
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