Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
I'm so hungover And my mouth is so dry it feels like my tongue is wearing a sweater
she doesn't hate you. She just thinks you need a personality adjustment, speech therapy and weight watchers.
I have no idea what happened after 2 AM. I woke up on my bike, in my bed, with a deep thigh bruise.
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
I have to bobbypin his pubes for us to have sex. The other day he wanted me to braid them.
Doing lines of coke through pieces of licorice. Because I can
Idk how much more i could have responded my dick was basically trying to unzip the zipper and hop out
I was woken up at 6 am by a second grader trying to give me a sweatshirt for a pillow
you got coffee,laid,and a sandwich. that never happens when I work
i snuck out to taco bell in my hospital gown earlier
All I'm saying is this is the exact reason I should not be left unsupervised.
Somehow I went from sitting in a car upside down to waking up in the grass surounded by paramedics. It was a great night.
Nothing cures your heart after a boy calling you unattractive than a big fat dick
Adulthood is putting your bongs in the dishwasher because you're too lazy to clean them manually.
Are you ok dude?
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