he is a creepy guy.
yea thats what heroine does to ppl.
like we started out all organized and composed and within thirty mins people were throwing up in the bushes, arguing over a beer bong and jumping in the pool with their clothes on
I literally have been drunk for three days entirely by myself, the world cup may kill me
then out of nowhere we heard a voice yell "Fuck that pussy!"
I'm doing laundry in pjs and heels, home alone with my margarita bucket.
his eyes are fucked up, he bumped into the cabinet while standing in my office, and he's pounding chicken soup, and he must have chewed on 8 pieces of gum before he got here.
This girl caught me staring at the cat but stroking the computer because it was closer, which is why I hate blunts.
Im about to get a baby alligator stoned, what are you doing with your life?
To sum up. The glass blower from the ren faire ate me out last night. Best ever. Go find yourself an artisan.
I'm like 87% sure some random guy starting biting my ear after grinding me for like 30 seconds... I feel suprisingly unconcerned
You burned the hair off your arms. Again.
It grows back stronger each time.
Grass is always greener, Allison, grass is always greener
The grass is drunker and I'm lying down on it
I'm taking a shit break of discontent as a personal protest
I puked on his mom. Not my proudest moment
You're doing screenings before you set me up again- no child sized dicks allowed.
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