love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
My vagina is so ashamed right now. It won't even look at me.
Every day I regret the life decisions that led me to bank management and NOT being a coke addicted stripper. Every. Single. Day.
i may have reached my "but im high so it's cool" quota for the month.
He was just laying on the stairs and then screamed, "Is that a clubhouse?" I haven't seen him since
Well you just missed the ten chi o pledges singing la bamba at our doorstep.
After so many times of carrying your puked covered clothes home in a bag on a Tuesday morning, you begin to realize that Fucked Up Mondays aren't a real thing.
All i've had today is coffee and ketchup packets. I need a job like yesterday.
Oh. My. God. You texted my mom "IM BACK BITCHES!"
Judging by the progress I've made since I woke up (none) I'm thinking this hangover may keep me in bed.
I would eat the Denny's grand slam special out of my new probation officers b hole
He sent me nudes and I told him he reminded me of Buffalo Bill.
They were assless. I wore assless football pants.
I woke up next to a Big Mac box.. And had no sheets or clothes on. The night was a success I think.
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
Randomize
