I'm drunk enough to talk Barbara Walters outta her panties
He woke up screaming about pickles. I think it's gonna be a good day.
still drunk. talking shit to the doc drawing my blood. this has no upside
I made Mark strip for me and do a stripper dance. I put 2 dollars in his mouth
That's like being smoked out by a unicorn. If the opportunity presents itself you fucking do it and don't ask questions.
The hypnotist is here. He has a black eye and smells like tequila.
I just want a sensitive guy who will get drunk with me then take me out to steal things. Is that too much to ask?
I know we said we never would. But try fucking a fat guy. He put in so much more effort and then made me waffles.
Now he's crying and asking for 'the cameras' to come out. The one cop is laughing
The problem with drugs is that there's none in this hotel
The problem with drugs is that showing my boobs only gets so much of them
I don't need to marry the guy. I just need some filthy, shameful wish fulfillment sex and then live out the rest of my life on the bean farm.
Talk about having your cake and eating it he has basically demolished the whole fucking bakery
It got weird the panthers lost and we started throwing wings at one another
I realized my soar muscles form the shape of me leaning over a toilet
Imagine we only get one cock for the rest of your life. I’d pick his dick. That good!
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