i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
Don't blame the cocaine for your eating disorder.
Made fish tank punch. It's like trash can punch but in a fish tank. Also, my dad saw a picture I uploaded on Facebook and called me a pussy for only making 10 gallons.
Full contact beer pong was definitely not my best idea.
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
For graduation he gave me roses, a giraffe necklace, and a butt plug. I think this might be my one shot at true love
He sent me a snapchat of him singing wrecking ball. Guess what the wrecking ball was. Hint: he literally came.
I've been vomiting all day.
All day? It's 10am.
We duck taped Dave to a rolling chair and shoved him in the bed of the truck then took off for a bit.. We didn't explain it that way when the nurse asked what happened though.
she paid $15 and a box of cheerios for their acid
He said he was a banker. Then he told me he made 15 an hour. I said he was a shitty banker then fucked his friend.
He's so sweet...I can't see him enjoying that I got injured during sex.
Umm... When he walked in I shot him with my confetti gun... It's a wonder my booty calls even show up.
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