Well my night just got interesting. I just home from the police station. Hope you had a fun night out!
At barnes & noble, drinking beer out of thermoses, lookin legit.
So im using the back of a keystone box as notecard for my presentation
One person in the car. Three blizzards. Alot of judging.
I feel like a fucking princess. Like an heiress of a kingdom of drugs.
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Apparently I used ziplock bags to smuggle my drink out with. By pouring it in one, then cut the corner like it was an icing bag later that night. What is wrong with me?
I sat on the ground outside wawa chain smoking and telling two strangers about my sex life. I also accepted Rick James Bitch and Celine Dion as their names.
At the drs she looked at my back saw your scratch marks and asked "does your back itch a lot?"
I'm so excited for post-beer fest chipotle. It will be better than scared shitless pre-go karting chipotle.
Sorry about waking up naked in your bed this morning.
You wanted to go find him and we told you to sit down cause you kept stumbling. You yelled " I CAN STAND!! It's the walking part I can't figure out!"
I just started the bonfire using a tampon. Who knew they could have multiple uses?
Stop sending me pictures of you naked. This violates the friend zone agreement.
All I remember is grabbing a random guys dick at the bar and him just saying thank you and us taking a shot together
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