To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Fantastic night. drank beer from a wine bottle, danced on a van, chased a llama, and fell from a fence
if all i could do was poop and smoke weed, i'd be eternally happy
amen to that sister
I tried to throw up out of my window but I forgot there was a mesh screen.
My near death experience also doubled as my coming out story
they all just nodded
I know it sucks but it's just something that needs to be done though. Like shaving ur pubes or going to the dentist.
Nah, he's definitely here somewhere. Whether he survived the night or not is your problem, but I'm pretty sure he's around.
and then I partied with my new dealers deaf pit bull. All around a good night I'd say...
how don't worse things happen to you?
Just scratched my head and I basically rained glitter.
I also have bagel bites. I know that's not as big an incentive as the cocksucking but.....
I just tripped over a but plug that was on the floor. It's 430 in the morning
I started keeping track of my period when I realized you had a better grasp of it than me.
I think I'll shower sitting down. That seems safe.
Ill try not let guys feel my boobs for free drinks next time, no promises tho. I am my boyfriends worst nightmare.
Boys winking, cowboys tipping their hats, old people looking disappointed.... ah, I had forgotten the unholy powers of exposed cleavage!
You are my hero.
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