its not stalking. its research.
Update: Discussing lingerie with my father. He likes sheer black things. Not into the colorful stuff I wear.
I wish i could go to google and type in drug dealers and it would bring up a number, a product and direction
Plotting your own moral demise should not be this fun
Hey fuck you and your taint. I'm just riding a canoe called life, back the fuck off. P.s. I need a ride
I may be Daddy's little princess, but doesn't mean I can't be the blowjob queen.
I've come to the conclusion while folding laundry and watching porn that I may be dead inside.
Accidently said "your going to hurt the baby" when he got forceful with his thrusts. I guess I forgot to mention to him that we are pregnant.
And then you proceeded to sneak behind thee bar and hold up an empty bottle of vodka and scream LOOK WHO THE BARTENDER IS NOW BITCH!
Only you could walk of shame to a childrens pirate themed birthday party
You screamed "There's a potato in my anus" and proceeded to attempt to grind with the bouncer. Also, I'm pretty sure our Chem teacher was in the same bar as us.
Dude, we apparently put a washing machine drum in that back of your truck with the full intention of making a bonfire in it.
Waking up at a teachers house is a very confusing thing
On the shuttle bus from the Casino the driver refused to take us to the strip club so you said "let me off this bus or ill puke on you".
You know you have an interesting job when you go to work and have to Google search "How to get poop out of a dryer".
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