when I'm not with you everything just looks like crayon scribble
I play with my boobs when I'm bored. I playwith my nipples whe I'm drunk
I just hotboxed my laundry basket.
Im going home to examine my vagina with a hand mirror. wish me luck.
Well it went from being a hug to a straight out tackle through the back door.
You can drink as much as you want but it's not gunna make her forehead any smaller
I was hoping it might at least fix her teeth
she shotgunned a can of v8, threw the can on the ground and said, "fuck bitches get money" then passed out on the spot
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
At the start of the night I was all 'come at me universe' and three hours later I was ordering an extra large pizza in bed in the dress I had gone out in. Well played universe.
Turn on the Discovery Channel
Lets fuck to motorcycle gang fighting
Opened my notebook to coke all over the pages. So, if that's any indication on how this weekend went.
Everything is covered in gelatin and pam cooking spray. Jesus be a shield.
Plan before tomorrows interview: wash off green glitter from EVERYWHERE!!!
I'm gonna invite every single tinder date I've had to my birthday. Let them fight, battle Royale style. The winner gets to fuck me. \n\nBest. Birthday. Ever
If I'm not there when the plane leaves, I didn't make it through security. See you at home! Vegas bitches!!!
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