I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
the thought of Anne Coulter teabagging Dick Cheney kills me everytime.
Exactly how deep of a burn should you have when you pee before becoming legitimately concerned?
it was 6 in the morning, and you cried until i put mulan in. then you proceeded to say every word, not to mention sing along... stop drinking.
Chipotle chips and wine for breakfast. Its def game day
I know. They started calling me The Incident. The hotel maids, that is.
So I woke up in a strange bed with a note taped to my arm giving me directions back to my brothers apartment.
she crawled under her car and passed out. Unfortunately her feet were sticking out and someone called 911 because they thought she had been run over.
The only thing in that hotel room that we didn't fuck on was the roof
just almost had a panic attack because i couldn't find the granola bar i put in my purse. i miss klonopin.
Safe to say I'm terrified but totally AMPED
either I'm really high or that last bong rip tasted like christmas
That's fine. It's not illegal to bring ham into a museum.
Ok sry I left that ambiguous......did you want contact solution or fellatio?
I'll text you when I have a mental breakdown about it.
Please do.
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