Talking to this girl is like playing minesweeper on hard. There's red flags everywhere.
smelt my brothers hands when he got home to see if he lied about smoking again...he didn't lie but i definitely didn't expect to smell some other girls vagina.
I wish that one Sunday morning I could wake up feeling like I have my life together.
nothing like walking down the street with a garbage bag of puke trying to find a dumpster
No no no no no. Not interrested. She looks just like Kim's fat booth picture. Only real.
I am a terrible person. This is almost as bad as when I was going to see my ex while my boyfriend was at that funeral.
he was like the dessert in the all you can eat man buffet that has become my life.
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
In the sauna. Drunk. When I close my eyes I think I'm a dog. Is that wrong?
By the way, I'm pretty sure your husband is publicly advocating more BJs for my husband, via Facebook.
she's traveling up the coast with her camera and a stash of pot cookies eating food from different campuses. said she slept in a closet 2 states away last nite... of course I'm interested
It was like getting a handjob from a frost giant
Whatever she smells like compost and feathers.
I believe they call that patchouli.
At IHOP. It feels weird and sad that your cleavage isn't here for me to try to toss paper wads into.
I feel like I smell like bad decisions
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