there's paper in my vomit.
At the Phils game. My gay buddy just wanted up to a bunch of Mets fans and said "I'm gay, and even I think Mets fans are a bunch of fags." I love this fuckin town.
"tonights gonna be a goodnight" was blasting at the club while i was screaming "NO ITS NOT" and crying. How do you think it went?
I wish i could go to google and type in drug dealers and it would bring up a number, a product and direction
just found the deal breaker
hairy back?
he can't live within 1000 ft of a school
I've come to notice a late period isn't as exciting when you have no reason to worry
please stop telling ppl youre Alice Cullen when youre drunk
it was literally the size of a crayloa marker. i didnt know what to do with it so i just sat there
Listen, it's not like I meant to bust the window out. It just sort of happened. And I'm also sorry for stealing your dads bandanas.
I can't wait for paintbang. I'm going to throw a marker at a child. There will be bail money in my backpack in m trunk. Don't use it on beer.
it wasnt even considered partying. it was like "ok, who can get the most shitfaced and not pass out"
Oh you know, we just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. So, a casual Tuesday night.
Can we just cry and dive into a couch-sized bag of sadness-chips, dip them in a la-z-boy sized jar of depression salsa while watching a show called 'Forget Your Hopes and Dreams, Just Kill Yourself'?
Here's an unsolicited pic of my tits, because you almost died last night.
I love how fuckboys immediately become cultured when I tell them I’m an artist.
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