Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
so i asked him why he doesn't wanna see me anymore and he said he was questioning his sexuality. cool.
I dont think problem is the right word. Problems arent something you enjoy. Life would be too boring without gambling.
I am spending my work day planning my weekend drinking schedule
I'm in the liquor aisle and a 10 yr old boy yells, "My favorite beer is Corona! Daddy remember when you gave me some on our camping trip?"
There are too many people on this bus for it to be even REMOTELY okay that I'm wearing a puke covered sweater
If you go to the bathroom don't ask why there's diet coke on the toilet. Loller copter. Blow is fun.
Fairly certain I cracked a rib. Masturbation is not for the weak. I die now.
just found out I was hugging strangers at the bar last night. there's photographic evidence. I know none of them
Running errands with mom, cool. Coming to pleasures with mom for her valentines night, not ever in a million years cool.
An hour is enough time for me to get drunk and win a dry hump marathon so I hope you have somewhat similar or better goals
struggle bus is officially taking me on a road trip to hell. If this is just the first destination, I'll jump out the fucking window.
he doesn't sweat normal. maybe that's what THC smells like coming through the sweat glands...
Remember that time a drunk Dracula took a shit in the urinal? Ooh, that's right, it was last night.
My sweat smells like Wild Turkey. I'm really feeling the holiday spirit.
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