last night i found where hot topic managers go to die after they get fired.
I'm buying a pregnancy test with my lunch money. Classy.
In other news I saw a pack of make believe zombies walking down green st.
gotta love wednesdays
You're surprisingly coherent for someone who thinks her couch is breathing.
you just stood there spinning and got mad if anyone tried to stop you
She interrupted us having sex in the tent by threatening to kill us if we "got cum on the lasanga."
Well after last night I am convinced he is real life Tyler Durden. He only exists to me and somehow keeps me out of jail this entire time
I'm with the hottest fuckin fire fighter right now. I'm ready to fake my own death.
He has what he calls a "Ben Franklin". It's a pubic hairdo based on the man himself; long on the sides and bald in the middle.
It just smells like spaghetti and despair.
Side note, i did some manscaping and now my farts sound way different
I wasn't even hungover I was just mourning my dignity
I'm sober now, I ate a whole cantaloupe.
i still cant feel my toes or walk straight...its been 2 days.
She shit herself again. We're calling her the "Queen of Sharts".
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