I haven't even gone in yet. I'm sitting in the waiting room playing a game i like to call "Who else is here for AA".
i don't know where i am. i made bad decisions. i think this guy is dead.
Im drinking a large pickle jar full of Emergency, water and left over pickle juice and I dont care.
Theres a fat guy wearing a speedo. Someone just got puked on, and didnt even react. Whats happening?
I have to have sex with him again. I feel like I need to train him so no other girl experiences that bad of sex.
oh my god i'm in a crawl space
You're probably reading this when you wake up from your "nap" in the front yard. Maybe next week you should go to class, and not start Thirsty Thursday at 9:30 in the morning.
Apparently drunk me thinks it's a good idea to put drops of acid in assorted open drinks in the fridge... This should be a fun week.
I love the fact that my Mom has been present at 90% of my drug deals.
He staggered in with his pants around his ankles and yelled that he lost his pants
Don't date the locals. They're all tainted.
It's a mix of hot dirty sex and week old bong water
His Australian accent during sex made me think I was in an Outback Steakhouse commercial
The coast is clear - also, would it bother you if I chose not to wear pants?
Now, I know I say this a lot, but you've obviously never seen my penis.
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