i cvme to yuor rooom...wherer are youf?
please be gone before i get back
you remind me of a slightly lless slutty bristol palin
and you remind me of a slightly less retarded levi johnston
In my defense it was my birthday and I really wanted to do it.
on toilet. in drag. drinking coffee vodka. I regret nothing.
there was some random girl that nobody really knew, standing in the corner trying to shave her armpits with a plastic butter knife.
i woke up to the sound of my dad getting blown. this is my life
Great. I get laid, Leslie Nielsen dies. I can't have have sex anymore, the film community can't take another loss like this.
the two person party stopped when i realized that he tried to throw a hammer at my head.
Let's get weird.
It's 10 am...
I'm assuming that means you're not busy...
Please tell your friend to stop shitting in my closet.
Well that's very sweet of you. I have a strange feeling you're going to regret this when you sober up.
NO REGRETS FUCK DA POLICE
Apparently I called down to the hotel front desk and begged them to bring us pizza. They brought us tea.
also, i'm not sure if i'm proud to say this but our regional manager's hot fiance was grinding on me at the reception while he stood and watched.
i suppose that explains why he told me he plans on promoting you this Friday.
I don't care. It's wine Wednesday get your gameface on.
Her oh Gods turned into oh god I shouldn't be doing this I'm engaged.
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