oh god the rape fog is back!
i threw up in over 4 different places last night. it was like a world tour
@ a funeral. fucking miss uuuu
I wish i could make my toaster dance like they do in the second ghostbusters. But i dont have ectoplasmic goo. Or a toaster.
Just saw a guy at the gas station legitimately dressed in exactly what my costume was last night. Fuck his life.
The woman at the nail salon waxing my lip just showed me the strip with all the hair on it while smirking. Apparenltly 'you have a stache' can be communicated through a language barrier.
I have been drinking at the bar so long today that I literally just found a spiderweb from my leg to the bar.
Not till Sunday. I'm going to sleep in my car. And I know. This place is insane. Blood on the stAirs 5 dollar slices of pizza. A girl on our floor had a stroke.
Tonight that bitch will not be with him. You will drunkingly talk him out of this wedding. It is your duty as the one with the least amount of soul. Good luck.
I'm so hungover all I can do is stare at my curser and hope it starts moving on its own
Who are these men, what are we doing here, how is this helping us toward our goals of sex and pasta? Things to consider.
how many people can say they bit their tattoo off?
Haha its fine we ask know it. He's still cool thought
Focus on the keyboard man. Focusssss
And I'm laying here struggling with the notion that I need to put pants on.
There’s a special place in hell for tall guys with small dicks
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