I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
A cab driver remembered me by name, address, and ex fuck buddys nick name from a year ago. I mustve been one memorable shit show.
I'm not sure, but I think she had a tampon in when we fucked
and then he publicly announced her herpes on facebook.
Anne I just took two ambiens. I think my body is melting into my blow up bed. Like a stick of butter just slowly melting. And I'm alright. Don't be afraid. I'll be alright.
So aparently telling your roommate you're going to spoon them so hard in the public place of their employment is inappropriate
Haha. Fifty shades ain't got shit on me. My tits look like they got in a fight.
My ideal friend would be my dog as a drug dealer
I'm about to eat a honey mustard chicken salad on the toilet while I try to shit. You really think I care about what "kind of guy he is?" The fuck out of here.
If you don't care, I don't. Good luck finding prince charming.
SCUSE ME I KNOW YOU DIDNT DO THAT MUCH COKE IN 10 MINUTES
I just masterbated to the Lets Get Ready To Rumble theme
One less thong to worry about.
One less *thing! But probably that too.
Let the clothes fall where they may.
we live vicariously through your huge boobs
All I heard was "sit on my face" "okay" and muffled screaming. I'm still disappointed.
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