BEES IN MY FUCKING PANTS. HELP.
hell no. last time, i couldn't pee straight for a week.
You don't forget tits like those, even if you are vegas drunk.
You broke a cabinet. You were climbing up it and it collapsed on you. Lines were crossed.
There's a big hole in the wall at the dining hall. I hope we didn't do
I'm doing lines by myself in the kitchen. I think your outside. yeah that's you. your naked.
This is the moment in my life where I take a fork in the "nice guy" road ive traveled for 23 years and fuck everything in sight that doesnt have herpes, or is in-between flare ups and I don't know about it until my dick is on fire.
You screamed "she never feeds them anyway" and threw the fish tank off the 3rd floor balcony. Don't park on our side of the building.
I forgot that places existed where drinking on Sunday is frowned upon. It's just so unreasonable.
and if planning a fake elopement keeps me from fucking strangers and doing drugs, i think it's good for me
Lock the bathroom door next time you are going to masterbate with the shower head, okay?
I was just power-washing my vagina.
this temple that is my body is starting to crumble and turn into ruins
the last thing is remember is that strange guy in the leotard...i woke up in my bed, naked, with a half eaten grilled cheese on my nightstand, a six pack in the fridge, a new pack of cigarettes on my pillow and coke in my purse. apparently i bought some drugs, shopped and cooked. typical.
Yea and there’s destruction when we’re together, mostly of our livers but W/e
Somehow my life has turned in to drug deals at the bar, and illegally camping on a mountain because I have no where else to live.
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