well, atleast the road to alcoholism is fun.
she's got a whisker from her dead cat taped to the wall. I'm pretty sure that about sums it up...
our drinking schedule never changed, we just drank at work.
I'm like a warm blanket that has sex with you
what is with people arguing over soda or pop? to be honest i thought it was just called chaser
tan lines, throwing up everclear on the beach, doing lifeguards, tequila...summer.
It looks alright. The blow up doll is in the microwave, and she has forks in her ass
we bought a duck. we're keeping him in our dorm room. don't ever try to tell me you've had a better freshman year than me.
So I'm seriously not complaining - but I just fell ass backwards into a Tuesday night threesome. Sober
I think that's the key to being an adult though... Get those rapid fire beer shits out I the way early, then you can go about your grown man business
Great. I will show up in your office wearing only oven mitts later today.
Her parents are celebrating she found someone so well endowed.
Will there be champagne when they see the pay check?
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
There are only a few things more freaky than wandering around a zoo drunk.
momentary stint on a second floor library computer...guy next to me snorted blue adderall off his notebook through a cut straw, i cant tell if this guy is my hero or just plain crazy...
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