i'm dressed up like the coppertone baby and being hit on a guy in a monk costume. the irony is not lost on me.
she's telling me all about the love triangles of her sims. you tell me how it's going.
There's an official council for his ex boyfriends. They told me they 'look forward to the day I join them'.
you called your neighbor "slutsauce" then passed out on the stairway. not even sure why, but props to you.
Worst case scenario: I have VD and will die. That's the worst that could happen. As long as I'm around long enough to see the winner of bachelor pad, I'm cool
I mean, we do coke and have sex occasionally...I wouldn't call that a relationship.
we are out of drugs. and patience. please bring former.
I think 2012 will be the year I purposely put myself in awkward situations. Much like 2011 but really trying this time. Like fucking the little sister of a girl I already fucked and dating a chick that lives with her ex. It could be awesome or horrible.
Believe it or not, that's part of the whole 'best friend' thing. It's not just yelling at me for making you leave the club early or taking the couch bc I'm doing sex while you're doing bjs.
Wait also totally unrelated but can horses sit down?
I just tried to picture one and I don't think they can cause I can't envision it
Can't tell if its the LSD or if that demon man just stared at my penis. Cleveland is a weird place. All true stories.
You better fucking tell me or I'm turning blow job week into go fuck yourself week.
I think after 8 tries we can say Stoli Thursdays cause too much damage.
Yeah! Just remind me to. I'll also bring the blow up penis
I need water and some morals
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