Well. Nothing came of that. And to think I manscaped and dusted with gold bond.
its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I'm about to take my first shit since thursday. I'm scared. pray for me. If I don't make it, tell my family I love them.
Woke up on the floor holding a sandwich. Shots. Never again.
He came in looking for condoms, iced coffee, and a gas tank. I need to be where he's going.
i threw up on the table at the pizza place and peed in her room mates closet. i wouldnt invite me back either
Literally been drinking for 10 hours. Hammered. Roasted chestnuts fell out of my shirt earlier.
In case you were wondering, it hurts when the bouncer throws your phone at you after kicking you out of the strip club for taking pictures.
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
Wow thanks 4 throwing jello at me an yelling who invited that guy to all the guys at the bar
What are you doing? Did I punch you in the face last night?
BECAUSE THIS IS AMERICA AND DONUTS AND TITTIES AND ALCOHOL IS WHAT THIS COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED ON
if I blackout nd am found tomorrow w butterfly hairclips on my nipples and my habd down my pants tell my family I am sorry
i was ready to conquer the fucking world. i would have fought vin deisel to the death without hesitation
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