i'm only drinking out of pineapples from now on.
Five things that make you perfect. Go.
The skin of a dead hooker. The blood of the innocent. The soul of a kitten. The hat from cat in the hat. And sunglasses.
My psychiatrist is "consulting" others. I am high-achieving nuts.
I coulnt tell if he was cumming or if I was throwing up
He's prob getting laid right now and I'm sitting alone in my duct tape shoes.
nothing worse than sitting down ready for a solid porn sesh to find out your internet is out. comcast owes me a handjob
So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"
i am one fart away from being 2 for 2 on this whole shitting my pants thing.
somehow this went from sexting to explaining my eating disorder.
Plus he stuck it in when you were sleeping which would have been the tipping point for me but you art school kids are all liberal and shit
Good luck getting that all cat food off in the shower dumbass
at first i said "no rollerblading if I'm going to be drunk," but we all know how that went
tuscaloosa is terrifying
like people here are just empty shells of drugs and sin
there is no mercy here
No you just wanted to pass out in your hallway because your room was too far away
If there's someone that knows accidental pantlessness, it's Mike.
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