called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
did you mean anything you said last night? i just wnna know
no
You don't know the meaning of what the fuck until you wake up naked and alone in someone's bed staring at a dead squirrel on their dresser.
The bartender just hugged us goodnight. I think we go there too often.
It took too long for people to come up with things in "never have i ever" so we had to change it to "Don't judge me but.."
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
I emailed the police apartment to apologize to the officer from last night. I practically threw a hissy fit because he wouldn't hug me.
It was "against protocol"
So like, boobs.
are you really going to start every conversation like that?
Oh you know, the usual. We had a good date, I took her back home, she took off my pants, laughed, and left.
Unless he's under 18, in which case you put him back where you found him this instant.
Just remember, it's never too late to make a porno
I can't hang out with this penis. I'll start thinking I like the person it belongs to.
I'm fucking camped out by the bathrooms. I think the poopatrator is in there. Wtf is my life
Almost an end to the saga.
I have blood and BBQ sauce all over my shirt. I blame you for the blood.
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