i think i'm in class. and blacked out.
im walking the streets of bville with a bag of cat food..looking for my car. i dont ever want to turn 21 again.
I mean I found and stalk his moms facebook.. that obsessed.
um, yes. it's my birthday, of course there will be acid.
well other than the faint smell of fireworks in the truck you can't really tell the windshield was exploded
I called for backup and had two guys carry him to the shower. The bigger guy offered to wash his hair.
All i remember was you crying naked on the bathroom floor because you were cold. I got you a blanket and you kept kicking it off and crying because you were still cold.
People are yelling about how much they want you here.
I'm going to change, vomit up my mexican food to save the trouble later, and then come meet you. Thrilled.
You know you're at a low point when you're sucking vodka out if your hair.
I'm driving while wearing hulk hands
I like to get drunk just like anyone else but not to the point of sticking a rubber tube up my asshole
Can you find me some 'I threw up in my hair last night' medicine?
I don't go out. I live in my room watching Bridget Jones and thanking my vibrator for existing.
Like he legitimately was standing straight up, feet on the roof, not holding on to a moving car.
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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