we're blogging at a bar
it's my fault, I passed out instead of getting up to pee.
I just used Master P to describe what sound the letter U makes to my daughter...
there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
Is it some european holiday today? We both woke up to find loaves of bread in our rooms...
Since he's sober and out of jail, he acts like we are the worst people on Earth. Fuck him, the only acceptable time in life to do coke is the early twenties. He won't take that from us.
I think animal control just caught me smoking a bowl on the back porch. Do they have any say in this matter?? Haha
Dude it's SB. It's a proven fact that all you need to survive on is beer, weed, chips and maybe some amphetamines
Is it bad that I've been making new friends through your vagina networking? I don't think so
Dude. There are selfies on my phone of me, wide-eyed, sucking my pillow. We did NOT split that bag 50/50.
Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.
I am not a slut. I'm just very open with how much I love to have sex. Stop judging.
Well yeah. But im not sure i trust the black out drunk high girl giving life advice
you better come over.. I need a witness to help prove the couch talks to me
At a bar in the city and the whole place starting singing “Happy Birthday” to someone. Everyone but me. The person next to me leaned over and said, “Why didn’t you sing along?!?” I responded, “I don’t know him. I don’t give a shit if he has a happy birthday.”
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