Some 6 yr old girl just got on my plane in St. Louis. She was wearing an I Love Canada shirt. She eyed the seat next to me and I stared her straight in the eyes and shook my head. Fuck her. Fuck canada.
STOP SENDING ME DANCING JESUS FORWARDS.
I wonder what it would be like to go to the dry cleaners and not have to inform them that all my clothes are stained with booze.
At first I was confused when I woke up with shards of glass and pickle brine in my pants. But then I remembered I hung out with you last night.
I was too drunk to read the menu, let alone her body language.
I don't have the urge to be a home-wrecker with these two. I think I've grown, don't you?
Sucks about the cops last night
to be honest when I first looked up I wanted to know who was coming from a costume party..
I HAVE FLAVORED BLOW. THIS SHOULD NOT EXISIT.
Remeber when I drunkenly made out with him this summer while he was getting bitched at by his girlfriend on the phone? Yeah, neither do I. But I'm pretty sure that same thing happened again last night.
I told him the truth. Truth leads to vodka. Vodka leads to tequila. Tequila leads to prison.
My worst case scenario tonight is that I fuck a hot Swiss girl. Let that give you perspective on my life at the moment.
There's not an emojicons for I think I ripped my asshole and want to die.
People are stripping in McDonalds. Do I join?
YES.
I just had a drunk lesbian experience.... How do I break it to my boyfriend??
How did i get home and why am i wearing someone elses shorts?
1. Not sure how 2. You showed up naked, we had to dress you.
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