the brownie started to kick in before i finished the essay... it became a race against my own increasing intoxication
like stop trying to get a relationship out of this when i'm clearly in the drunken mistakes part of my life.
She gained 35 lbs and has an ankle bracelet, time for new booty call.
Who the fuck did i sell my right shoe to last night i need to get that back im not walking with one shoe on
Withdrawals are gods way of saying "you're still my bitch"
OH AND DAN PET MY CAT WHILE I WAS GIVING HIM HEAD
my math prof is telling us what to do in a gun fight. i dont want to live in oakland anymore.
I feel like death crawled up inside me and died. That sick
Hot dogs and hydrocodine is NOT the combo of champions
You rode your bike four miles to my house. Yelled "I'm so high!" Then crashed into his car. It's a problem.
We got stuck in traffic in the tunnel while we were smoking weed. We were afraid to air out the car.
I just had sex with the male version of myself. looks, mindset, even our boob to dick ratio was the same
Also, for real, though? Did we even have sex or were we just jumping on the bed drunk and naked...because with me that's actually a possibility.
It's still fucked up that my mom let me think Vanilla Ice was my dad for YEARS just because she thought it was funny.
How was it?
i think i smell bacon but im to sore to walk downstairs. that kinda night
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