yea and when she crawled to her room she yelled at a bookbag to "get the fuck out my way"
she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
you were crying and trying to give advice to people.. that's was a new level of drunk for you
Post-shopping-cart-scooter-jousting victory fuck?
Jasmine is diving into bushes again.
there is vomit in the pocket of my dress coat. i remember thinking "this is a weird place to puke" at some point in the evening, but i dont understand how i did this.
Checked my photo vault today... My self nudie folder is passing the 150 mark.
The weird thing is that you don't send them to anyone. You just keep them for yourself...
This amicable friendliness is dull. We either need to start fighting or fucking around. I'll even let you pick.
Meet at Walmart straight from work to buy items for hurricane fun. Then blast some wine, make some sex, blast a bowl and cuddle each other till the sun comes up?
That's the most romantic New Orleans hurrication I've ever heard of. Can I have your babies?
I don't question myself. That's what I have you for.
I'm honored.
holy fucking shit get me out of here. even the babies are wearing beanies
The appetizer at the dinner I went to tonight was Klonopin and a Bloody Mary.
so like what it comes down to is do I wanna look like a boss ass bitch or do I wanna masturbate.
I think I'm still high. And I definitely still smell like lobster, so there's that
what happened last night?!
you took a shot and then laid down on our kitchen table and passed out.. then when we tried to move you to the couch you screamed "no! i love tables"
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