Don't change that fucking song.
I started to get sad about it. All of it. This fling we're all having with each other.
Death dreams.
Slam piece.
Crazy Eyes.
There's officially no more virgins in the family. We're all a bunch of whores. Whores in America. Good thing we're not dating inside the family. But then again we're not a pack of Asians.
I get cocky about my friends. And I'm proud that none of us have STD's.
(Keep it in the family).
Purchase an 'I love my boyfriend' shirt to ward off the dykes. A great advice. Except I love the dykes and I hate all my boyfriends. All of them. All hundreds of them.
I'm sorry about your netflix...
Thought about edging and considered giving it a go. But then I thought about how pissed it would make me, so instead I took a piss and stopped myself before the last trickles. Close enough.
Pissing while standing up is very relative to touching myself. And that's really alright.
Just friends.
Rose and Rosie.
Mom and Dad.
Egg rolls and burritos.
Self-induced/self-indulging perversity.
I think I need new glasses.
Bomb ass pussy.
