First off: I'm drunk so fuck you. Second: you weren't a bad girlfriend. Tres: thats 3 in spanish. Number 4: fuck 3 Doors Down
So I got a little fucked up on the punch, and made out with the family friend. Which is apparently morally reprehensible. I don't get that.
I don't want her to kill herself before she gets over me, getting mentioned in a suicide note isn't very fly.
but it's kind of a high honor.
I wore a leash I'll tell you about it later I had a fantastic time
she smells like cat throw up and cupcakes. i'm trying to focus on the cupcakes but it's really. hard.
I still smell like men's body wash from that drunken shower I took at that stranger's home last night.
He was sucking my nipples then stopped, looked me dead in the eyes and said "im gonna cum for my babygirl"
I'm just walking around Lowe's groping the carpets....
Sounds like it could have been the night you pulled out your love stump at the strip club.
I had to help some 40 year old women shoot down some 21 year old who called her his "milf fantasy"
My legs r really sober for running now
I don't think that's how sobriety works.
I consider any night I don't make out with someone a bad night. So I've been great.
I miss using glorious as an adjective. I'm gonna start doing that again. And I'm gonna try to get cuntatrosphe in there some more, too.
I just remembered I did the whole byebyebye dance at the bar
I just saw an ad for "fair trade quinoa vodka". Fuck this world and everyone in it.
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