I can hear the grilled cheese talking to me. "Let me in there!" they wanna get inside me
help me. he won't leave me alone. he just licked my ear and he's so drunk. get him off me. we're in the closet. help.
I don't think brook has ever known best
I have 11 glasses of water and one beer on the table infront of me. Have to keep going to different bartends to get more. There are only two though and I think they've caught on
ahh summer, the season during which the prefix for every verb is "get drunk and"
I remember sucking his bleeding finger and then it's all black until he had his hand down my pants.
Im going home to examine my vagina with a hand mirror. wish me luck.
I need to stop drinking. Side note- we have a party bus tonight. So the drinking will have to end after that
Just cause I'm shitfaced wasted every night waking up in random beds all over Manhattan does not mean I'm a mess.
Truth. Respect the hustle.
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
Okay who let me pass out in a recliner cuddling a pitbull and a cardboard cutout of Orlando Bloom
Guess who isn't pregnant with a random sex ocean baby?!?!
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
I'm worried about how taking care of my mom's dog while being on acid will go.
Yeah it got awkward when the two guys we were playing beer pong against realized that I'd hooked up with both of them. Their teamwork declined after that.
Randomize