Let me tell you a story about the rise and fall of my self esteem
We are taking shots for every green Lon-Capa box we get for the homework.
gave myself the "you're a really good girlfriend" talk on the way to where i intentionally cheated on him. i am my own drunken therapist.
she got the salsa and pickles out of the fridge looked at me and said what can i make with this
He was with one girl when I went to bed, wad with another when I woke up and now he just told me he was with a 3rd in-between last night and this morning. Jesus Christ.
All I remember is apologizing to his sister for being a bad influence while I was throwing up into a big gulp cup.
I've been ignoring his texts cause last night I put him in my phone as 'ignore for atleast a day' and I trust my drunk self.
I really wasn't that bad. I thought I was pretty tame.
When Anthony passed out you poured vodka on his face
We need to pull ourselves out of this slump. We need dick and lots of it. We are going to fuck our way to happiness.
I'm gonna cougar town the shit out of that prom.
We went to the casino to try to earn enough money to go to new Orleans comfortably. I'm already drunk. This is a horribly immoral start to summer.
On way back. With a shopping cart. Minimal casualties.
I be dancing. See you soon. You can drink tequila from my pants.
What exactly do I say to a random stoner hookup to thank him for ending my dry spell? Is it awkward to just say "Thanks for that. It was well needed."
Cookies and nudity, all you need in life
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