I need to just get drunk and eat a pot pie.
alone in the kitchen at 4 am eating a hotdog.
since we're both too lazy to go to each others house, you drink there, i'll drink here and we'll skype. it's the same thing.
I can't get away from Pickles they're either stuck in me, in my mouth, or I'm stuck in one. fuck my whole entire life.
i was playing the convince him im sober game through texting. i spelled most of the words right. i hope.
She asked if you knew her boyfriend, and you responded that you "think you gave him head once" and then hiccupped.
On the bright side his mom approves of me. Though it's apparently because she sleeps with married men and has a soft spot for "fellow homewreckers"
Sounds good! I plan on writing a book entitled: I've Probably Done Cocaine In Your Bathroom. A tell-all by Lauren.
I will seriously deflate and melt into the floor into a puddle of devestation, shame and vodka.
threw up outside of the dorms in the parking lot in the pouring rain on the first day of class, i'd say summer is off to a good start.
I think I ate my cheesy fiesta potatoes cup.
I've hit an all time low I just sent a boob pict to fat Randall the one I gave a partial bj to a year a a half ago
No you don't understand. This tree is really alive. Like in Pocahontas.
Remember the thing I sent you? "Often complex problems are best solved by thinking like an animal." Hump away!
Am I just high or is she having an auction for her vagina on Twitter
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