I miss you. Just wanted to say that before the drugs kicked in so it's legit.
i get tired of guys telling me there married or they have a girlfriend. they act like it concerns or matters to me
screw that ipod for my birthday.. i just want a weed brownie the size of my face. that's all.
..She then engaged in what she called an "interpretive pole dance"
I think god is proud of me so he is rewarding me in discounted wine
Carpe scrotum. Grab life by the balls.
My name in their phones is "That Girl". If i can't get it to go away, I might as well live up to it.
Kinda sad when you get home on a Sunday morning and the paper guy HAND DELIVERS the newspaper to you...,
Yo, I can't just ask my mom where she relocated my vibrator to, can I?
drinking right out of the bottle and nobody bats an eye.
its good to be home.
I could probably be laying here naked and he'd still be more interested in this thunderstorm
Maybe I can find a straight girl rehab camp, like the opposite of those degaying camps, where they teach me how to love the ladies instead
Omg. I would pay ALL OF THE MONEY for that camp.
Though I do have to question why i found you and my brother passed out on his bedroom floor, no clothing between you except his tie wrapped around your dick
i'm sitting in my room 'bout to smoke a bowl. also, i found out that you don't need a permit to own a tiger in wisconsin, so we're buying one when we move in together.
There will be bowls smoken and not a single fuck will be given.
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