Just woke up. First thing I see: Little brother eating last night's jello shots thinking they're reg jello.
oh ps. last night you kept telling me to calm down because everything was fine cause you were getting "arab money"...
the only reason you beat me in fntsy this week is bc you wouldnt bail me outa jail in time to set my roster you dick
You were offering to spell people's name for a dollar.
Her face just looks like a massive mistake. That's the only legitimate description I can say about it
You were laying in bed whispering and crying to the half eaten burrito saying "why am I shitting so much" and "what did I do to deserve this"
Also, your vagina needs a time out and let your brain have a chance to make decisions.
The picture that pops up when I call her phone is a picture of my nipple. Just so you're forewarned.
I'm having a hard time existing right now. When I figure out how it works ill be over.
She asked the bartender for "7 shots of something fruity" and long story short the bartender punched me in the face. Chivalry is stupid.
I told my therapist about the other night and he actually whistled and said "wow that is not good."
i need some magic done to my vagina
Masterbating to Tolstoy. You?
Sooooooo, can scratch getting a pelvic exam by a man dressed as Woody from Toy Story off my list.
You need to write an essay about this experience.
He was even wearing the hat.
The condoms have been found. I repeat: THE CONDOMS HAVE BEEN FOUND. he isn't a collector!!!
I'm glad that we laid to rest the suspicion that he was keeping them in a scrapbook. yayy
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