I like you better when you drink
I like you better when I drink too
i walked into the party and i guess everyone knew because they began to chant "ass to mouth"
she's got a whisker from her dead cat taped to the wall. I'm pretty sure that about sums it up...
Im forcing mysellf to pee so i can fit more margaritas in me...
Making and watching you take a mixed shot with vodka, chocolate syrup, tobasco sauce, cranberry juice, and sundried tomato juice wasnt the highlite of my night. Hearing you puking from downstairs was.
I scrubbed the bathroom, smoked a bowl, and gave myself 3 orgasms. If the world ends today, I feel accomplished.
I'm cheerleading for traffic. people are staring. Why am i the only high person on the way to class?
Your a horrible friend, i only tried to do the right thing by moving you off the floor.. that was not an invitation to puke all over my bed and attempt to use my dog to mop it up.
She was the shot vending machine at the party. But free.
It was about the point the universe collapsed in on itself and I was a singularity of insanity that I realized I was tripping balls.
I have words... I can't think of them tho. they keep melting together and forming you and I just want to hump it.
Let's just say that in a last ditch effort to avoid getting arrested I said to the cop "but I'm not even that drunk" and he proceeded to point out (in front of a crowd) that I had "fucking pissed my pants"
It's only just- an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a nude for a nude
Dude. If you guys end up really liking each other, the color of his pubes won't matter. I wouldn't break a sweat.
i just read a article called "Booze, Drugs, and Bipolar Disorder"... i think someone is writing the memoirs of my life
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