I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
hot girl, 5 o clock
do you know how to read a clock?
you announced to the whole room that instead of shaving you were planning to start straightening and then braiding your pubes. awkward silence followed by everyone leaving.
You kept shouting "Relax and take notes" every time before you would hit the blunt
Even My mom was ashamed of me bringing her home, she pulled me aside, and told me i can do better than, "butter faces"
she is medically diagnosed as a nympho. she has the paper to prove it. hell. fucking. yeah.
its like accelerated beer pong for children.....we train champions young
slut bingo starts in ten minutes ...
holy shit thats the most artistic dick pic ever
And tell the hostess not to worry, she's narcoleptic and fell asleep on the way to the bar, but she'll be fine in a few minutes.
He ate shrooms at 9:30, said, "see you later," and left. I am alone on New Years.
Do you ever actually plan things? Or is it always drugs then whatever happens? I'm considering being worried about you
Hey, I'm off work. Wanna take a metric fuckton of adderall, possibly get daydrunk, and get my hair cut?
Dude I had sex with her and she STILL thinks I'm gay. I don't know what else to do.
Rationing the toilet paper. Only one wipe allowed. I'm scared to move too much.
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