all i remember of last night is that i was drinking jameson and then NOTHING i do remember walking a dog though\nwhich is sooo fucking weird
OH MY GOD ITS COMING BACK I PUT THE DOG IN THE HOTTUB TOO
I like to keep a steady black out going for the holidays. I feel it makes me less cynical
I just brushed my teeth. In the car. With watered down Sprite. From Saturday. Multi-tasking at its finest.
Yea. I couldn't get a job in fast food but I can teach Americas youth. The future looks great
At some point you realize they're vacuuming and you still have to sober up. Please find me a boyfriend thanks .
I normally need adult supervision or a babysitter, but I refuse to let someone keep me from making irresponsible and wrong decisions at the bar on my last bday ill ever have in texas
I think the Predator is hunting me in my house. If I don't text you later, send Danny Glover. I love you all.
Let's go dancing. I wanna sprain an ankle. And a labia. My labia or yours. I'm not picky.
I have a theory that years from now they will be with women who despise me because of what I trained their husbands to like.
I hooked up with a guy dressed up as morning wood. Needless to say he lived up to his costume.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
tuscaloosa is terrifying
like people here are just empty shells of drugs and sin
there is no mercy here
I guess the weekly d&d orgies are treating you well
You have a penis. Therefore everything you say is automatically wrong.
Where do you think black out memories go?
Into the dark abysmal abyss of the deepest, darkest part of your mind. It's obviously the bodies natural defense to protect you from witnessing the shit you do while actually blacked out.
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