If it makes you feel any better I'm plucking my mustahce and drinking. Alone.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
This frat boy drinking a forty and wearing a pussy patrol shirt just ran out in front of my car. I should have used less brakes.
Apparently telling a group of crying girls that it looks like they need a visit from Dr. Phil isn't the best pickup line.
She introduced herself and then asked "have you ever fucked a girl with a cast?"
You know the gilmore girls would be alright if it was on mute the whole time
I am sweating out the vodka to make room for the whiskey tonight.
I could seriously attempt to try and saw my head in half with a butter knife cause im pretty sure it could not hurt any more than it already does
I've just never had a dinner guest strut in, go directly to my bathroom, vomit.. then come out demanding whiskey and food.
Well I tried to call you. I was convinced my body was made of wood. But the Xmas lights in my room helped
Ok, gonna go sleep cuz my brain wants to be smart and not follow my pussy into the danger zone
I am expending an amazing amount of energy to not throw up right now
Meh. People are people bro. All of us are hairless psychotic apes. Happy 420.
You guys are like the reason that ketamine is a controlled substance.
He pulled out the guitar, sat in tub, and took requests while she puked her brains out in the toilet. I think he loves her.
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