it sounded like he was fisting a can of crisco.
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
I think I should become a real estate agent in th friend zone I know the place so well
I'm sick of being broke. I had vicodin and frosting for lunch.
I stayed at the bar and helped clean up cause I was told I'd get free shots. Didn't happen.
He was going down on me and raised up for a minute, slipped and punched me in the face. My lady boner left immediately.
You are mentally unprepared to be exposed to my degree of perversion.
Nobody is here, I still yelled for someone to make me some toast. That my dear is commitment to doing nothing.
My last two google searches are "shiny things" and "Ohio consent laws." you should visit more often.
perfect. if all else fails remind him how anxious he is. talk real fast and induce a panic attack that only I can remedy with xanax.
This is the minute she broke up with me. If you're receiving this mass text, you are one for the girls who made me promise to text you at this point.
I didn't even have pants on and you think I had an agenda
Sensing a theme here
If alcoholism is a theme, yes.
I woke up covered in thousand island dressing. I need answers.
feeding cats lunchmeat on my kitchen floor. come pour me another shot.
Randomize
