I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
it's just like freshman year of high school, with more drugs
About to find out how well alcohol and lazer tag mix.
Her face was so far in my boobs, I didn't think she'd make it out. She took it like a man. She's a real trooper.
Making jello shots drunk, i apologize ahead of time if they are too strong Can't taste anything.
Also, your vagina needs a time out and let your brain have a chance to make decisions.
She told me to pick her up in the corner of shame and self-disgust.
When and where the fuck did we get a beach ball??
When my mom found out he was a high school drop out she was like "seriously? Can we raise the bar a little higher next time kels?" So my moms pretty cool
He offered to let her do a line of coke off his hard-on. She said she'd had that hard-on and it would be a bump, not a line. Everyone laughed. That's why he left.
So that answers the first question but not the second: how the fuck am I getting home?
He said the pain stops when I get my shit together and stop being a drugged out alcoholic mess. Could have just said no.
Are you planning on wandering into construction sites drunk and falling down 6' holes?
probably
I'm determined to sit on that face.
It was a simpler time. With fewer STDs.
It was like sex on an active volcano surrounded by the night sky and bloodhounds. And by that I mean it was nice.
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