This is a mass text. Does anyone know what the hell the asian woman at the end of Napoleon Dynamite is doing in the movie
or how I got to mom's but there is vomit on my shoes. I never thought i'd be recapping with her.
hungover subway ride filled with german tourists and a mariachi band. too early. too fuckin early
the only way to explain how i feel is someone rolled me down a big fucking hill and then a dog came a took a huge ruthless shit in my mouth at the bottom
I wish the sun would stop judging me for being drunk while it's still shining.
You will go out on a boat of flames filled with honor, sarcasm, and assholery, let me assure you.
She's posted my bail. Twice. Of course I'm going to be her wing girl.
I started blowing him in North Dakota, and I finished the job in Minnesota. Oh, the places road head can take you.
I'm not worried. All I have to do is not be the drunkest painter at 8:00. Golden.
I am one with the molecules
I keep getting congratulated for drinking 2 six packs of mikes hard and winning the Olympic marathon and I don't remember this shit and now my throat is on fire
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
he was wearing a widestriped red gingham suit jacket with complete sincerity im not surprised she beat the shit out of him
Sooo i'm debating posing nude for the drawing and painting classes, I just wanna see if they draw my nip ring.
We still on for Manwhore Monday?
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