just the thought makes me want to clean my vag with a clorox wipe
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
I'm going to look like a jackass in the Mexican newspaper tomorrow.
He is now the second fuck buddy that i have met by walking up and grinding on him. My ass is so much more productive than dating
He just referred to himself as a sharp shooter. I had sex with that.
At least my fat-chick-ratio has not been that bad this semester ...
Oh and in case you were wondering it is not a good idea to eat weed brownies and then go out to the bar. When I got off the bar stool my high had just hit me and I felt like Bambi taking his first steps
Somebody found our where I was and called the bar looking for me. When the bartender called my name I finished my beer and took off like a fugitive.
I think I'll handle my grief by throwing myself headlong into lesbianism. Seems like a fitting tribute to you.
if i actually get asked out by my dealer what could happen?
i don't know, but it probably involves bathtubs full of weed
I'm pretty sure there a million tiny ninjas in my uterus poking me with sticks.
Also I owe you 20 bucks, a clean towel and a glass of scotch. I'll even throw in a blow job
I just told the joker that my vagina is the bat cave and he needs to infiltrate it.
I'm just trying to find the strength to put my bra back on and come inside
He isn't understanding any of my Fetty Wap references. He may not be a keeper after all.
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