I'm watching a show called "I didn't know I was pregnant" on TLC...Apparently this happens enough that there is a series
Prereq for being on nyc prep: money, bitchy, and a lazy eye... if only you were rich
bottle of wine in one hand cigar in the other. 5 am. topless on our fire escape. and she cleaned our bathroom... i like his new girlfriend.
No, my body just knows its the weekend and wants to rage. Very different from alcoholism
He was using OnStar to get directions to the bar. I'm pretty sure he'd have gotten her number too if I hadn't disconnected the call.
i'll booty call him tonight after the radiohead concert, that way he can see his favorite band and his favorite vagina all in one night.
nothing can ever be as bad as the night i blacked out, updated my fb status to i need a pity fuck and then passed out for 13 hours.
You had a hot dog outside the bar then made me stop at McDonald's for a double quarter pounder. I'd say you've more than filled your drunken meat quota.
I gotta shower this stuff off me I'm starting to hear baby kittens in the toilet tank again..
No talking tonight. Just drinking and puking up memories
Whiskey dick is like insurance for making bad decisions
Her text was so long it had an arrow to expand it. You know it's bad when even your iPhone can't handle her
Tomorrow night, I am putting you In my trunk. No excuses we have waited forever for this.
11:30pm - Shots together. 12:15pm Shots together. 12:45pm Shots together. 9:30am Plan B's together.
You were sober bartending last night right?
Sorta. I remember you crying, ripping rose petals off the flower stem and slowly sprinkling them behind the bar at me and singing softly
Romantic
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