she was left over bi-product, like the hotdog of the human race
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I don't think there's a better bc pill reminder then when teen mom comes on
it wasnt like "sexy" or whatever. like...she was smiling just standing there butt ass naked
tasteful.
Struggs. It's also 90 degrees out but I'm not sure I can feel heat or cold any more. Too hungover.
She spilled some tequila on her hair somehow and I guess I felt bad for her, so I yelled "ROOMIES FOR LIFE" and dipped my hair in my tequila.
Just called my dad drunk from bed to ask for bacon.. my niece texted me when it was ready.. i'm never moving out
Everybody shut up a minute, we need to discuss how much nicer the world would be if pants weren't a thing.
Just saw a guy with two baby turtles sneaking into the building
At this point, just throw that mattresses away. Or bronze it and display it as a testament to your shame. either is good.
I was trying to fart in my sleep in the hopes that he would leave
Yeah. Moral of the story: Don't mace yourself. It sucks dick.
Of course I fucked him. He's a professional beat boxer, his entire job is to do complicated shit with his tongue.
if wiping your ass w an envelope isnt the definition of hitting "financial rock bottom " then nothing is!
How can i make it up 2 u?
DREW I AM SMOKING POT AND FUCKING. WE CANNOT DISCUSS THIS AT THIS PARTICULAR JUNCTURE.
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