the best part about tonight...knowing when i wake up in the morning his car will still be full of packing peanuts..and mine wont
and then some norwegians asked us to be in their porno.
The bartender just hugged us goodnight. I think we go there too often.
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
I've got my wine, though it wasnt very good so I threw a sour patch kid in it
I'm using toast as a chaser. If I wasn't already so fucked up this would be revolting.
Not genetic. He's drunk and texted me a dick pic. Not genetic. Thank God!
At least I'm fat on the outside. You can NEVER change being fat on the inside.
If last night was a preview of 2015, I quit.
I gave his daughter swim lessons and in exchange he sold me an ounce. I feel so accomplished.
Isis wins if we don't have the loudest, kinkiest sex in every part of my house tomorrow
Alcohol won't break your heart. I mean, unless it's all gone maybe
all im saying is 27 is too old to still be drinking 40s, you make more money than me, buy some decent shit
screw you you golddigging beer snob
You are talking to me during sexting hours. Be careful, innuendos are taken seriously
I left my Bacardi and dignity in your freezer. Will come get it later.
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