I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Um I just overheard that the new guy spent a month in jail. Obvi another great hire.
I just remember her telling me "Hi, my names Kaissa and I'm a lesbian" over and over and over and over again as I was crying.
This is stressing me out. I feel like I need to eat the dick.
I wore sweatpants. When I show up to a booty call in sweatpants there's your warning
Dude cabbage spilt on the floor, and now danielles rolling it. Happy st party's day.
Don't worry, I'm preparing for tonight by lining my purse with a garbage bag.
he said he needs a little more pabst, some time to jack off and a sandwich and he'll be ready
it was like a shit fog rolling out of the east to encompass me and have it's way with me
Bianca brought a stripper home he's making me breakfast
Drinking hard cider in a room full of freshman girls. Never felt so secure of my manhood
I probably wouldn't
What's the tour de bar? Is that a thing, or is it just what you call Saturdays?
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
The beauty of his penis is distracting me from the fact that he was born after Princess Diana died
I'm drinking because I just started here and every single person I work with wants to quit and when I asked a coworker how she's doing she literally just started crying.
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