I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
Ed hardy stationary at walmart. I'm betting snookie wishes she knew how to write
My mom can no longer prohibit me from smoking pot..I sell to her boyfriend.
I decided to follow my clitoris instead of my heart.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
Should we start at nine like normal people or now like alcoholics?
My dad got me a charm braclet....his way of trying to support my gayness....
oh sorry. I thought "boat" was code for "penis"
He kept checkin to make sure you were still alive after you passed out on his bed, After like the 4th time he walked back in there you were naked on his bed eating an apple, claiming he needed to be the Adam to your Eve..That drunk..
I am trying to take a picture of a man in a wheelchair trying to ship a michael jackson portrait
So much easier to puke and rally now that my gluten's under control
we are the apple cider girls!
The sweaty, naked apartment dance party wasn't complete until I threw the whole jar of glitter on us. It was like the icing.
Never let a one night stand shower at your place. My razor, lotion, and brush disappeared. #girlcode
Just because your gf gives mediocre bjs doesn't mean I can fill that void
I'm not saying it wasn't great. I'm just saying sleeping with a gassy, depressed,45 year old mother was a different experience. Would do it again though.
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