I'm a fake celebrity on twitter. I need a life.
I should have kept drinking, a coma can't be as bad as this hangover
one of the cashiers from Kroger is eating at my kitchen table and nobody knows why.
he's werid. hell kiss me after i go down on him but he wont kiss me after i eat anything with mustard.
I can't believe we had "50th anniversary of man in space" sex.
no, i remember trying to staple my nipples together. I just can't figure out where the hell stapler came from.
I need to stop smoking. I just talked to corn.
it wasnt a pity fuck per say. i wasnt attracted to her, but still thought 'that looks like a fun ride'
She dresses cool and she's mean. And she has fake boobs I feel like I can relate to her on so many levels.
Tell him to dress up like Shaggy and kidnap him then bring him to me. We can pretend. Imaagination.
I fail to see the problem of enjoying a glass of wine while I poop...
the point I'm tryimg to make is that you didn't need to take the whole box in with you
You slid down the wall and got into the fetal position. He was definitely judging... I was judging....
i'm teaching a bunch of people how to grow weed over snapchat. no shame.
He goes to Columbia so regardless of how he looks I should fuck him right?
Not gonna make it. My ovaries are playing laser tag
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