Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
he wont speak to me right now because i told him it must suck knowing he'll never be as good as edward cullen..idiot.
I feel like I had eight dicks in my mouth
the bar tender told me i could keep an air matress in the backroom.
once you have herpes you dont really care what goes in your mouth anymore.
Waking and baking in my bathtub. In a giant sweater. And no pants. This is going to be the best 420 ever.
You can buy vodka at target here.. Maybe Missouri isn't so bad after all
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
FONT CPME TO THE TRUK. I REPATE SONT COME TO THE TRUCK WERE GETTON FRAEKY
I met my future husband in an elevator. Think Hispanic version of Dr. Bunsen Honeydew from the Muppets, but with eyes like Michael Fassbender.
There's a kid in the back of the class drinking out of a flask. Like what is going on?
NOW HE'S DRINKING OUT OF A HANDLE. WHO IS THIS KID?
He keeps singing a song about someone called the dayman.
....fighter of the Nightman?
i wish i could put you in a lil box, and keep you for when i need to be blown
I just had a morning three-some with marijuana and a detachable shower-head
thank you for being so understanding of my weak stomach and poor self-control
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