11:03 p.m. Whats a lie i you lovn me. Let's cuddle.
She made a list of the things each of us had done wrong and assigned a point system. Guess who came out the loser?
I just read the lonely terrorist on nwa had 40 more friends than me on facebook
i cleaned the weed out of my bowl, pretended it was a spoon and ate oatmeal with it. my mom cried
I have shoes on. No pants. And my jacket pockets are full of ketchup and grass. Yes. Good night.
Making and watching you take a mixed shot with vodka, chocolate syrup, tobasco sauce, cranberry juice, and sundried tomato juice wasnt the highlite of my night. Hearing you puking from downstairs was.
i miss our vodka / percocet laundry days.
I really wish I had added "blowjob on a slide at a playground" to my bucket list before last night.
It felt like he was juggling my kidneys with the head of his penis... If you could even call it that, it was more like a lochness monster. Huge and mythical.
there is nothing worst than getting kicked in the face by a stripper
I swear that when we jog in the morning I can hear it slap between his thighs
Sorry I punched you in the throat. You got in my way. You understand.
I also know you puked in your shoe.
That would explain the note .... I apparently wrote myself an apology note from drunk to sober me .... saying "sorry for the fancy shoe soup" .... ugh I'll never drink again ...
I mean you're asking high Chelsea. I'd sell myself for a rice crispy
It was kind of like hidden Mickey ears, but with dicks.
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