Uggggg i want to leave and get bombed over baghdad
Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
I never want to see another naked old woman again.
I always wonder when I meet a guy from online if he needs a moment to mentally register and accept the size of my ass. maybe ill wear a dress.
Best look from Detroit today: running across the street with your buttcheeks on display carrying a 40 oz. Or maybe being crazy-pregnant and screaming and slamming a pay phone. Toss up.
being able to look good while almost puking is a skill that takes a lot of puking to develop.
Also I hooked up with a trainer at my gym. Between her, the married chick, and the bartender, my life is becoming a bad porn plot.
please stop judging me for buying a handle of soco on a thursday at 10am. it was on sale, i'm thinking of my future.
Craig, a bottle of Jamison, and I had a party on the roof last night. No idea how I got down. My injuries indicate fall...
When I see myself in tank tops and push up bras I seriously wonder why I'm not President.
ask me again when I'm sobewr aka tuesday
he said didn't have much sexual experience and then proceeded to tell me he is going to make me cum harder than my vibrator could
well, that escalated quicky
My car has a permanent smell of sex to it now.
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
He’s 48, has a Prince Albert piercing and a white Range Rover
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