I gotta feeling the economic climate has killed the housewife market
did i by any chance text you anything about feathers last night?
you mean faeutihaers?
Pregaming for shuffle board at 10 AM. I love spring break.
I love how you are more concerned with what i call my penis than the fact i wanna bone some high school chicks
I don't remember her missing an ear while we were at the bar
i told you he always needs adult supervision he just tazered himself
Last thing I remember was you straddling a guy in a wheelchair on the dance floor.
I come back home for break and my room is full of weed either my parents really love me or they are having more fun then I am in college
Also, I want you to know, that not only am I apparently the expert on sexting. Our bishop is consulting me later. So my talents are varied.
Because 9 pm Thursday you drink a loco cause you just wanna get drunk and have a good time with your friends. Then you wake up on Tuesday and you've had 17 locos and you're pregnant, lying on the side of the road, 3 states over. THAT'S why we don't have only locos parties.
He literally cried into his tacos and screamed fuck bitches. Don't know if it was the best, or the worst hook up, ever.
Realizing life ain't all about burritos and strippers, it's a struggle out there, and it ain't looking pretty so far,..
They're giving you narcotics aren't they?
If I offered to share would you come visit me?
He started me on Celexa. I think I feel like Bjork. Is that normal?
Like... my feet feel like little octopuses, and they want to swim to the next room.
I just remembered I casually gave you a tour of the house after we boned...lol
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