Wooohooo! I'm sitting in the car like a creep watching people walk in and out of Blush. Lots of happy people.
im contemplating emailing my dad and telling him how worthless i am and how sorry i am that he pays for my life...aka my bar tabs.
So, after having sex with my 4th overweight girl in 2 weeks, I've decided Charlie Sheen syndrome is ruining my life.
for the record, graham crackers won't get the taste of cock out of your mouth. also we're out of graham crackers
There were slices of bread pasted to the wall with peanut butter this morning. I don't want to know
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
He was rocking just a diaper, shoes, and a gun. Sadly, I would still hit it.
Apparently I walked to Denny's in the pouring rain without shoes just socks last night. Excellent.
Dinner at my parents is vodka, lemonade, cheese ad crackers. Why would I leave?
I mean I want to go somewhere. I just don't want to put on pants or behave.
I did not have sex with him because he had a puppy…finding out he had a husky pup waiting back at home was just an unexpected plus
We need to leave a grand offering for the god of free booze and salvia.
I'm currently on an epic search all over the city for a drug store that isn't sold out of Plan B. I celebrated your birthday from afar.
You're having marijuana delivered to you. You're buying drugs and you aren't even leaving the house. I'm sure he'll be surprised if you're NOT wearing a bathrobe.
I've been getting a lot of emails from patron lately for being a great customer. Is that awesome, or should I start thinking about seeking help?
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