I'm curled up in a ball on the floor of my office with the lights off. I hope no one notices. No more open bar. Woof.
no more hot dogs for you........
fine no more vajj for you
This bar is like a mediocre whore house....but free
giving yourself 2 days to recover i see
I'll need it. Largely because i'm going to be stumbling through fancy restaurants with a bottle of whiskey insulting couples all night.
He wears a hat. All the time. Even during sex. And I'm okay with that.
Pushiiing vjews 4 ma daz caik
Lyk hr kuds 4
I've just never had a dinner guest strut in, go directly to my bathroom, vomit.. then come out demanding whiskey and food.
Somehow ended up home, probably had something to do with the makeshift ladder from my second story window. Now headed to church, still drunk, and still fighting back the vomit of a thousand different alcohols. Successful night.
Trying not to look at her chest is like trying to not hear a fire engine racing by.
I'm at the point in my life where I'm gonna sell my eggs for cash
must go to store soon wiping with panty liner ugh
Life without a bra equals bliss.
I think after tonight I'm 85% lesbian
Somehow I woke up next to the bouncer who kicked us out of the bar last night...
i doubt you are even in possession of a crowbar.
I suggest you not find out the hard way
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