He bought me flowers. The card with it said: Sorry I cant get you off. I will try harder.
thanks for stopping by when you did. making a meatball quesadilla while high was a bad choice
He told me all about his plan for proposing to his girlfriend as pillow talk.
Btw...pregnancy boobs are amazing. I don't recommend pregnancy in general but the boobs are good.
She had one drink in her cleavage and another in her hand. She kept rotating between the two by leaning backward and then sipping the one in her hand.
So that'd what fifty dollars of chicken at 7/11 looks like. Made it to work on time. Puked twice. BOOM.
The moral of the story is do not hire me because everything will end up smelling like pickles and I will not sufficiently clean it up.
i love you man. i hope we fuck some serious shit up this summer.
"He was so not worth staining my backseat for."
The house hit rave levels when La Bamba came on which confuses me because I live in white suburban Canada
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA ASSHOLES
Like I owe him sex. Hell fucking no. I owe myself sex. With a celebrity. Or a clean pornstar. Who knows.
Oh? I just remember dropping coins and trying to give the manager change to let me back into the bar.
There's no time frame.
For drinking wine out of the bottle and taking nyquil at 9 AM? There probably should be.
I think I'm pregnant again.
or as we call it, thursday.
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
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