Well at least the fucking texts from the 8 year old stopped around 8:45pm...... I think her mom found her out.. LOL... the messages kinda stopped abruptly!
I need something to fucking do..
I fucking did neither.. I woke up when I went to take the old man to work.. and I can't be bothered with the fucking clothes.. no one else cares so why the fuck should I.
Chocolate sounds fucking good!
I don't fucking keep any in the house...
Thats a fucking Crime against yourself!
LOL.. It just fucking doesn't last long... plus Jim will fucking steal it... :willy_nilly:
I'm fucking not good at stashing stuff... Jim always finds my stashes.. Rum and fucking chocolate...
Nothing...
heading out to shower. Oh yeah... fuck...
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