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Refrigerator. Cute. I don't mind not dying in a drunk driving accident. But I do mind being stranded in flint the next day because nobody knows/tells me who the fuck took my keys or where they went.
It kinda feels like my head is going to pop of when I laugh because my necklace is on too tight. But I kinda like it.
Ohh baby. Can I pet your rat tail? Please.
Remember the maybe two parties I had back in the day? If I was up on it we'd relive all the mayhem tonight. And the night would end with me and a roll of toilet paper rolling around under my kitchen table, squishing my cat, and screaming that he barked.
Pontiac or Flint? Alcohol or relaxing little gels? Or both?
It's wierd waking up in the same room with someone else. Especially when it's a guy and you catch his hand going down his pants. The automated scratch. Haha.
It kinda feels like my head is going to pop of when I laugh because my necklace is on too tight. But I kinda like it.
Ohh baby. Can I pet your rat tail? Please.
Remember the maybe two parties I had back in the day? If I was up on it we'd relive all the mayhem tonight. And the night would end with me and a roll of toilet paper rolling around under my kitchen table, squishing my cat, and screaming that he barked.
Pontiac or Flint? Alcohol or relaxing little gels? Or both?
It's wierd waking up in the same room with someone else. Especially when it's a guy and you catch his hand going down his pants. The automated scratch. Haha.