Well I thought that next 8 ball would either kill us or turn us into Gods
the not having weed thing wouldnt be nearly as tragic if it wasnt the one holiday where they launch bright flaming things into the air
I think it was our ex-neighbor Mike. He leaves Taco Bell outside our door a lot
He'll drop off his extra tacos at our place bc he's super high when he orders & can't eat them all
I poured myself a glass of chocolate chips at some point during the evening.
While I was fucking him, he grabbed a taco off his shelf and started eating it. I had taco dripped on me. I have no idea where the taco came from.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
I swear I can't go out anymore. It's like he put a GPS in my dick. I don't know if I should feel awkward or proud...
I hat to flip my "days since last bad decision" chart back to zero. So...yeah. Sigh.
I just baby talked my cat. While getting ready for bed... Before 10 on a Friday. I'm officially a cat lady.
AMERICA LOVES YOU. RIDE THAT DICK LIKE PAUL REVERE RODE HIS HORSE SO MANY YEARS AGO
We both know we're cheating on one another. But our side pieces aren't as kinky as us...so yeah, we're still together. This is a fucked up relationship.
I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother. Also how many grams are in an eighth?
I must be really high or they really did just bring me a banana split instead of a burger
Hmm should I take my nipple rings out before my sisters wedding/family vacation in Puerto Rico where I will be with my mother 24hrs a day for four days wearing a bathing suit seemingly the entire time? Or should I just risk it and not hug anyone.
Risk it. Keep the titties tough.
I'll text you tomorrow when I'm not in someone's torture cave if I don't by noon call for help.
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