Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
lesson #67 learned in college: a three day old margarita, is still a margarita.
Christmas on farmville was waaaaay better than my actual Christmas.
I bought my dad an absinthe brewing kit for christmas.. looks like tripping with my dad is in my near future.
so the time management class we had to take for work seems to be working. I just beat off instead of waiting for gf to get home bc it fit my schedule better.
when i was ordering pizza, the guy muffled the phone but i could clearly hear him say "its that drunk bitch again"
my brother is about to go smoke a joint outside... he's preparing his munchies on the counter beforehand. I admire his responsibility.
Had a drag queen carry me to the car. So I'm told...
I remember desperately screaming that I love my life and running in zig zags all the way home
I am pretty damn sure that neither my body or his body is ready for how drunk I am getting tonight
I'm just a little concerned for your well being... and your penis too I suppose.
I'll have sex with you for tacos. I don't care, man.
He was like 120 lbs and 20 of that was penis
Is talking to an iron man poster a good or bad indicator that you've been drinking too much?
Keep two things coming: nudes and puppy pictures
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