It's 8:30am and I'm drinking.... this is a new low
now i know why i became what i already was.
I don't care how bad it tastes, i just put it in my mouth and deal with it
My entire childhood was an ugly sweater party
it's already thursday and i haven't gotten drunk yet...something's not right.
his mom and I have the same butterfly tramp stamp. don't ask how that came up
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
Ive waited a long time for a girl with prescriptions like yours.
Got into the physics lab with my student id, hooked up over break when school was closed. I regret no payments for tuition.
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
My last two google searches are "shiny things" and "Ohio consent laws." you should visit more often.
I call it a party but only because that sounds better than 8 people getting drunk around a pool.
He just said "I know you want my cock" and I said nah. I want food bro
I sent him a tex saying, "I thought my intentions were clear" drunk me has some balls.
Why is this not the first time I’ve seen the mugshot of someone I’ve slept with
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