well on the bright side, he charges $60 for an eighth
so he'll probably take me somewhere nice
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
That's cool how's he been?
He got hit in the face with a beer bottle so he has two black eyes and 13 stitches.. He hasnt changed much.
she "accidentally" hit me with her car, its almost as if she know im fucking her boyfriend.
You layed on my kitchen floor with a pile of m&ms at your crotch, said "your lightbulb don't match, is that one new?"
I knew as soon as I saw that pole that I was going to wake up the next morning with bruises.
Also while I am being the bigger person I plan on bringing over something strong smelling and/or alcoholic to torture the poor hungover bastard
damn. i can't believe how fast that went from 0 to lesbian
So, last night I fell asleep sitting Indian-style on the floor, propped up against the front of the couch with an empty wine bottle in between my legs... How was your night?
Say what you will, but only I can throw up on someone's door and make it look like art.
That's the last time I'm letting you drink that apple vodka
How about to stay friends we only have sex on our birthdays. Maybe national holidays too. And days we get really drunk. Wanna get really drunk?
First of all she starred talking about God which immediately killed my buzz
My lash glue is stronger than my sense of self respect
I haven't answered because I haven't figured out a polite way of saying fuck no
I believe the only reason I am slightly functional right now is the leftover drugs in my nose that I keep sniffing
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